The End Goal

One of these ole days Somebody gon check on me And I ain’t gon be here to answer This is sinister Ministers can’t administer Sinners when they been sinning themselves They should be sick of themselves Not the happiest Least ain’t just sittin in jail I talk my stuff, then I bail Writing raps up in braille The blind feelin it too They want me dead so bad that pickin out suits The facts are missing the truths The lies are looking like fruit In the garden of Eden Hangin on by noose This for your soul like chicken noodle soup I need a boost to recoup Seeing grey with the goose The bottle top is too loose Somebody chase me fore’ this chaser end up turning to booze The world want me to lose Cheers turnin to boo’s I mean, I’m way too confused I need a lecture Electric chair A person to say they care And really truly mean it What a breath of fresh air Too bad that never a happen I need a blunt and some aspirin This ship been sinking I’m captain I really been out here cappin I know