3 am here I am,
Bible next to the nightstand
prayers for the wickedman
And I can’t trade kindness for weakness,
Let alone get in my feelings
Who said love was meant to be easy
sunset eyes are so appealing
I’m always late but I pay so we even
Dior cologne and braids type shit I’ve been on,
Staple pieces with peace
if I could bet on me I’d risk all
demons only attack the strong so I live on
if 17 year old me could check my account he’d shit bricks
like why the 20 got 3 zeros?
Money will come but realness won’t,
so I put the effort where it fits
















