cell called pain.
this pain is mentally and physically taxing,
but it’ll never be reimbursed for it.
try to name another bitch that’s been through what I’ve been.
try to name a bitch that has been by my side through all of it.
not a soul.
not a soul knows exactly what i’ve been through
but between me and you i have more secrets then the fbi alone.
i’ve been hiding in the darkness of my own soul so long that the dark no longer scares me.
i’m doing time in a cell even when i’m not locked up.
they say pain is a cell— well, guard let me out.
everyone says they’ve got my back but where are they now.
sleep easy to all my niggas in the ground—
even those niggas can’t protect me now.
i see you’re trying to help me.
i appreciate you greatly.
but, you see— i’ve dug my grave and I’m ready to die
but why won’t you let me?
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