And I'm backwater blues done call me to pack my things And go and I'm backwater blues done call me to pack my things Said when it rains five days and skies turn dark as night I woke up this mornin', can't even get out of my door When it thunders and

Crawling from hell Fallen from grace So we can reincarnate And there is nothing left to take Leaving the past to the grave You pull the trigger just for fun Forgetting I'm a loaded gun So hate me for the things I've done

Drop it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot When the pimp's in the crib ma When the pigs try to get at you And if a nigga get a attitude I got the Rolly on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed cause I got it going

And I said someday I'll get my life straight And she said it's too late What's done is done And I told her someday She said I can't wait 'Cause sometimes someday just never comes She looked me in the eye and said it's over I can't take this heartache

Tears stream down your face Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you When you try your best but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired but you can't sleep Stuck in

For my battle symphony When they turn down the lights I hear my battle symphony All the world in front of me If my armor breaks I'll fuse it back together Battle symphony Please just don't give up on me And my eyes are wide awake

Right next door to hell Why don't you write a letter to me? And so many eyes are on me I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix Jesus, don't you get tired of turnin' tricks? But when your innocence dies, you'll find the blues Seems all our heroes were

Fully, completely Bring me back in shackles Exonerate me Hang me long out in the sun Forget about me I recommend measures for ending it Lover, she simply slammed the door She said, "You're going to miss me Wait and you'll see"

If you don't like it Then try it Out here looking for the good life I'll believe it when I see it Tongue in my cheek and your back in my knife I keep pushing through, my eyes right on you Everyone says you should get away, fast as you can But I know

In my church of disbelief It canst get no better When days turn from black to grey In church of indifference So innocent in their guilt Perfect in their imperfection Let my children play In my church of liberation When doubts and fears wither away