I was cursed with a vision, but blessed with a burden, Momma raised me on scriptures and sermons, now I’m discerning, Truth from the lie, faith from the fraud, I seen God in the mirror, then I blinked and saw flaws, lost homies to pride, others lost to the charge, They were hustling hope, a bad hand in the cards, now I’m writing these bars like I’m scribbling scars, like if pain had a voice, it would live in these parts, Got trauma like taxes, it always collect, Tryna build wealth instead of living life by a check, If life is chess, then I’m threatened to check
They king me or down me, shit I’m cool with the bet
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Yeah, I been cursed with a vision
Eyes wide, still see through the fiction
I been hurt, I been low, I been distant
But I still spit gold like I’m gifted with glitches
Yeah, I been cursed with a vision
Every verse feel like church in a prison
They want chains? I want change, that’s the mission
They want fame? I want peace, that’s the difference
Look…
I been walkin’ through the fire like it’s tailored to me, talking to these beats like it’s lyrical therapy, no label to please, or fable to preach, I jot down every sin then I aim and release, I seen the chosen ones fall to addiction
And the quiet kids rise with conviction and a mission, seen pastors sin, and sinners give wisdom, seen love in the darkest places, It’s a twisted system, but I still listen…
’Cause I been cursed with a vision.
[Hook]
Yeah, I been cursed with a vision
Eyes wide shut, still see through the fiction
I been hurt, I been low, I been distant
But I still spit gold like I’m gifted with glitches
Yeah, I been cursed with a vision
Every verse feel like church in a prison
They want chains? I want change, that’s the mission
They want fame? I want peace, that’s the difference
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