Verses

[verse 1]
Dancing through my thoughts, I keep within…..
Let them free?
Or cage myself with silence……
And let the cycle spin again?……..
this always happens when I try to cleanse my soul, of all my sins,
Do you hear me?
Do you fear me?
Will you save me in the end?
[silence]
Well……………
-With no answer from above……
I watch myself begin to spiral……
Contemplating bout my past as I accept, for it was…….
-I’m just a half step from heaven…….
Though sometimes, the tough times…..
Only Seem to grow more rough around the edges.
-Why they labeled me as negligent….
They tried to play with my intelligence……
I guess it’s only right for them to laugh bout my depression……
(Nah-!)

[Hook]
Sometimes I don’t kick off my shoes,
Sometimes I don’t hang up my coat,
Sometimes I lose my sense of balance,
(In my mind, I got control…)

Sometimes i don’t pick up my phone,
Sometimes I question self esteem,
Sometimes I hate being alone,
(That’s why i smoke like im a fiend…)

Sometimes I don’t kick off my shoes,
Sometimes I don’t hang up my coat,
Sometimes I lose my sense of balance,
(In my mind, I got control…)

[verse 2]
How many times can I admit it?
That I’m too occupied with your forgiveness?
How should I apologize for all the many things you had to witness?
Watched me build myself back up to see me slip back out my senses,
I’ve been scrutinized,
By suits and ties,
Who try they best to cause more tension,
Can I close my eyes and cry?
So many questions bout my life and of myself not knowing why?
They say that life is what you make it…….
Guess they haven’t walked a mile in mines,
Through broken faces, 
floors with shattered glass and seen demon haunted basements,
And yet rise tall enough to face it?
I guess lexapro can’t fix this sadness I tried hard to keep disguised….

[Hook]
Sometimes I don’t kick off my shoes,
Sometimes I don’t hang up my coat,
Sometimes I lose my sense of balance,
(In my mind, I got control…)

Sometimes i don’t pick up my phone,
Sometimes I question self esteem,
Sometimes I hate being alone,
(That’s why i smoke like im a fiend…)

Sometimes I don’t kick off my shoes,
Sometimes I don’t hang up my coat,
Sometimes I lose my sense of balance,
(In my mind, I got control…)

Trap, jazz-hip hop, blues-hip hop, introspective