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Lyrics:
I had to climb out of hell, man
From the bottom
Had to do a couple things
Some I'm not proud of
You never heard my prayers, God
Not even when I'd shout em
You don't answer soon
Imma give ya somethin louder
Scrapin for change
Stomach aches, fuck them hunger pains
Back when I had to steal them groceries
Out that Wegmans down on James
That day the state came, everything changed
She don't remember my face
She don't remember my name
Got nowhere to stay
Came home from school one day
Cops came, took mom away
Said I gotta sign some paper
Said they gotta operate
I was just a kid, but I had to sign my name
Up late, phone rang, she's dead
Took my breath away I'm
Runnin through the park
And those days were the darkest
You locked me out the front door
Rain was pourin the hardest
I was sleepin in a car
And crackhouse apartments
With the windows busted out
Dirt floor and no carpets
When I'd hit up '57 just to score some narcotics
The pills I popped for the pain
But they never could stop it
I fell apart, house of cards
They say home is where the heart is
I ain't never really had a home
That's maybe why I'm heartless
Back when they drew my blood
Said I gotta wait two months
Can't sleep I'm up, fucked up on drugs
So I guess it's bottoms up
Half of my life just waiting to die
Pop another 7.5
Huntington's chorea
Killed everyone I loved
Abandoned house, abandoned son
Cops came and picked me up
Woke up in that hospital and I didn't know where the fuck I was
Raided my apartment at like twenty one
Had that gun
And I still keep it on me
Wussup?
Runnin through the park
And those days were the darkest
You locked me out the front door
Rain was pourin the hardest
I was sleepin in a car
And crackhouse apartments
With the windows busted out
Dirt floor and no carpets
When I'd hit up '57 just to score some narcotics
The pills I popped for the pain
But they never could stop it
I fell apart, house of cards
They say home is where the heart is
I ain't never really had a home
That's maybe why I'm heartless
Directed/Shot by: @deathscythemedia
Edited by: Alex Jerome @
https://www.honeyshotvisuals.com
