Go Inn - Şevin, Faith Pettis

Yeah

Yuh

For Real

Ay

Blood stains on my t-shirt

I’m so d-sturbed

I’m on the curb

On my knees

With a chest full of e syrup

It don’t ease nerves

It just reverbs when I breathe

Why can’t I just reach for what I need?

Like I’m chained down to this dang town

My feet clamped to a street lamp

I had a good heart but that thing drowned

(Peace) Peace he’s searching for years

Heart full of grief it’s hurting his ribs

Daily we grieving and maybe the reason for the sickness

We witnessin' murderous kids right

Smoking plastic

That open casket will steal yo smile

Especially when they kill your child

Uh

My life is so grim

Would it be better if I chose Him?

Cuz out here the light well it glows dim

Would it be brighter if I go in?

I done lost fam I done lost friends

Can’t get enough of that gun violence

Like a comic book it go BOOM

No talk and that gun be so silent

Two and a half square mouth that beef be thick

No cuts no hidin'

Funk right across street with my childhood friends

Gotta keep the chrome by me

It’s so grimy

Can’t swim but he in too deep

Can’t cope so nose divin'

That lean help him get some sleep

No hope but his soul cryin'

That root hitting under that tree

Big clouds keep his pain hidin'

A gangsta what he chose to be, see

My life is so grim

Would it be better if I chose Him?

Cuz out here the light well it glows dim

Would it be brighter if I go in?

My life is so grim

Would it be better if I chose Him?

Cuz out here the light it glows dim yeah

Would it be brighter if I go in?

Yuh, For real

Ay, Ay

Rollin' with my soldiers

Trying to touch enough dough that they think we own a bank

Pouring drank loaded off enough venom

We could make a cobra faint

Rallies on that Nova paint

Them Cali boys be holding rank

In the alley of death’s valley

They piling us up in holding tanks

Elementary school we holding shanks

Restless in a bed of war

Bullets rain and metal pours

Berettas when we settle scores

You better protect yo necklace

And the breakfast for the predators

Death is not a metaphor

We busy bout the devil’s chores

Yeah we need help God

We need sight

For real, huh

We need help

Please Lord we need light!

Dear Lord

My life is so grim

Would it be better if I just chose Him?

Oh I need to know

Cuz out here the light is so so dim

Would it be brighter if I go in?

My life is so grim

Would it be better if I chose Him?