Fetty Filled Too

You know…

To give a testimony, you first gotta survive the war you're in.

And I ain’t just talkin’ ‘bout battles with the world…

I’m talkin’ that war inside.

I’m feelin’ like I’m dyin’ from these drugs that…

But I’m still here. Still speakin’. Still breathin’.

We all got stories—some shine, some scar,

Still fightin’ through the fog just to see where we are.

Ain’t it a trip? Got a grip that won't let go,

Back to the plug, head low, movin’ real slow.

Dreams in foil, fire kissin’ the pain,

Tryna feel somethin’ when nothin’ remains.

It’s a fetty-filled world—wounds run deep,

We search for light while the shadows creep.

We need each other, can’t fight this alone,

Life hit hard, but that love brought me home.

Pray for the fallen, the ones still in flight,

Just tryna do good, just reachin’ for light.

This pain we carry? It's heavy, it’s pure,

Like tattoos of trauma, but hope is the cure.

We ain’t chasin’ highs for a thrill, nah—it’s peace,

That five-minute silence, that moment of release.

Dancin’ with demons, kissin’ the void,

Tryna fill a hole that life done destroyed.

Ain’t no shame here, just tryna stay sane,

So send up a prayer—we just wrestlin’ with pain.

We need each other, can’t walk this alone,

The world gets cold, but our love’s full-grown.

Pray for the wounded, the ones still in flight,

Tryna stay clean, tryna do right.

History cuts deep, but it don’t write the end,

We breakin’ them cycles—again and again.

You feel lost? Look around, we’re not far—

We ridin’ together, no matter how scarred.

Whether you light one up or laid it all down,

You still got worth, you still wear that crown.

Yeah, it’s a fetty-filled world, but we rise in flames,

With hearts that remember and love that remains.

That foil unfold like a story we hide,

Steam risin’ up like the tears we deny.

Glazed eyes, heartbeat lost in regret,

One more hit to make the voices forget.

It ain’t about glam—it’s grime and grind,

Losing yourself but pretendin’ you fine.

But still—we breathe, even when we fall,

Still hear hope whisper through the bathroom stall.

It’s a hunger for peace, not just the high—

We want to live. We don’t wanna die.

I seen friends fade, and it’s killin’ me slow,

So to the ones changin’—you my hero, fo’ sho’.

Life’s a maze of highs and lows, survival and rivals,

But I’m no longer suicidal—I’m mindful.

They glorify drugs like pain is a flex,

But I’m changin’ the script, puttin’ love on deck.

You can judge me, but I’m proud of this climb,

My name is Joseph Lewis—I’m here, in my prime.

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We in this together, through struggle and strife,

Tryna write light into the darkest of life.