holding on

Holding on gets harder

When you don't have no grip left

You don't have no grip left

And you're losing control

Tryna breathe gets harder

When you don't have no air left

You don't have no air left

And you're dying alone

Envision a day that is worth all my pain

Trapped in a cycle of reliving moments in time that are haunting my brain

Forgetting the positive moments in time, that allowed me to change

I was just breaking myself overtime, becoming estranged

Grieving the death of a friend

Carried his coffin and carried the dread

Feel it within, but I'm looking ahead

Keeping my head in the sky

Do what I do to survive

Find myself preoccupied

I should be feeling alive

A symptom

Of having a heart and some wisdom

Im finding my piece in the rhythm

The music helps

A way to address

The heartache I feel

All my distress

Holding on gets harder

When you don't have no grip left

You don't have no grip left

And you're losing control

Tryna breathe gets harder

When you don't have no air left

You don't have no air left

And you're dying alone

Gun to your head what if you pulled the trigger

You know they'll feel pain

But you're not selfish

A little insane, but you can't help it

Slipping again

Falling again

Off of the wagon not thinking of now but your thinking of then

Caught in the past a trap

Need a forecast a map

That's why I be writing my raps

Escaping reality then

Escaping reality now infected with doubt the rush of the crowd got me singled out

I'm zoned

Suppressing myself

Covered in welts

Atone

For all of my sins

They living in stealth

Composed

Out in the public

I feel like a puppet

At war with beliefs, instilled in myself, when I was weak

Now that I'm stronger they're tripping my feet

Holding on gets harder

When you don't have no grip left

You don't have no grip left

And you're losing control

Tryna breathe gets harder

When you don't have no air left

You don't have no air left

And you're dying alone