Temptation

New life begins, another life ends

God can you please just cover my sins?

Glass full of rocks get covered with gin

Feel like the clothes that cover my skin

As I sit here with the gun on my chin

Tryin' sort through all the troubles I’m in

God says please don’t do it young boy

Past full of pain but the future full of joy

Pocket full of hope and a mind full of money

Mic full of cause, headphone full of Cudi

Life full of intelligence, young man with a lot of potential

But somehow they wanna play dummy

What I write in the present is really my past

I ain’t really happy but this is my path

Nothing adds up but I’m tryin' do the math

I ain’t never laugh first but I always laugh last

As we fall, we fall into temptation

Mind full of hope and a pocket full of money

As we fall, we fall into temptation

Mind full of hope and a pocket full of money

And if it feels good, should we then do what we love?

Mind full of hope and a pocket full of money

As we fall, we fall into temptation

Yeah, got you New York

Mind full of hope and a pocket full of money

Sticks and stones, weed and bones

There are the things we’re feasting on

This ain’t right, this feels wrong

I’m back home but the keys are gone

I’m worth way more than I’ve shown

Ask all the people that I’ve seen I’ve grown

God says please don’t do it young man

Past is the past but the future got a plan

Open your eyes young fellow you can

Do it for yourself and do it for the fans

Never get caught up, when it still stands

Even if you lose at life, still dance

When you fall down make sure to advance

Cause even when you’re behind

There’s always a chance

Nothing adds up but I’m tryina do the math

I ain’t never laugh first but I always laugh last

Temptation says come to me

Red light, green light, 1,2,3

Only one life, can’t undo it g

War like Sun Tzu, runs through me

All you gotta do is plant one seed

It comes back to you abundently

You are the plant, the world is the pot

The question is, will it grow, will it rot?

The book cover ain’t these essence of the plot

It’s easy to go but it’s hard to stop

The blessin is not the notebook itself

But somewhere inside the notes you jot

Be reminded that life ain’t fair

Turn around and your life ain’t there

The ending is close, I can feel it in the snare

So say your prayers and put your hands in the air