Mixed Up

[Instrumental]

[Intro]
SK......Slapwagon

[Hook: Young Gully]
I know we mixed up, trapped in this crazy life
This shit seem fixed up, and they got me praying like
Should I give my gift up? Push it all away tonight
Take a stand and lift up, go and find my way to write
We livin mixed up (Ohhh woah)
We livin mixed up (Ohhh woah lord)
Lord, we livin mixed up (Ohhh woah)
We livin mixed up (Ohhh woah)
Lord, we livin mixed up

[Verse 1: Young Gully]
How can I live with all this drama I been facing lord?
Will I fight back, stand up and battle, or just lay in gore?
Praying for Baltimore breaking through every office door
It's so much damage being done inside this cuff-less war
They killed me off for rising, so still we lost and misguided
My vision crossed; intertwining with vicious thoughts
Improvising just to survive in this shit
Tell me who they really protecting
Injecting more imperfection, expecting sense and direction
Deflecting the true intention we need, guess the intention is greed
Do my suspicions mislead?
So many convictions; I bleed...pain, my decision is lead...game
In addition succeed, but rain taps my window pane so...
How will I defend my plane?
I can't pretend to change, seeing niggas take out they own
And we don't jump in when it's real, just point and take out our phones
I wanna break down and groan, yell out and hatred scream
If...I see the plan they pursuin, why should I debate the means?

[Hook: Young Gully]
I know we mixed up, trapped in this crazy life
This shit seem fixed up, and they got me praying like
Should I give my gift up? Push it all away tonight
Take a stand and lift up, go and find my way to write
We livin mixed up (Ohhh woah)
We livin mixed up (Ohhh woah lord)
Lord, we livin mixed up (Ohhh woah)
We livin mixed up (Ohhh woah)
Lord, we livin mixed up

[Verse 2: Young Gully]
I'm tryna chase a dream, hoping for better but why
In so much misery, even the devil may cry
Went to my brother's grave, I just stopped by to say hi
Went home and watched the news, sat back and sighed as they lied
I can't see right from wrong, feels like we all wanna sin
God hit me on my soul, I got a call from within
Even though I think it's deeper, they say the cause is my skin
Saw deadly angels flying, observed a call from the end
I wish we all could be free; how do I channel my anger?
I'm in a fight with myself, and another fight with a stranger
Guns up; they aimed at my face, almost lost sight of the chamber
Seems either way that I go, I'm takin a bite out of danger
We can't be on the same page, some just ain't readin this fast
I look up to the heavens; I wanna leave this at last
But I don't know where I'm goin, sometimes that fear overrides
I gotta make a choice, do I got the will to decide?

[Hook: Young Gully]
I know we mixed up, trapped in this crazy life
This shit seem fixed up, and they got me praying like
Should I give my gift up? Push it all away tonight
Take a stand and lift up, go and find my way to write
We livin mixed up (Ohhh woah)
We livin mixed up (Ohhh woah lord)
Lord, we livin mixed up (Ohhh woah)
We livin mixed up (Ohhh woah)
Lord, we livin mixed up

[Verse 3: A-Wax]
Maybe this is all a dream, maybe this is all a test
Mixed up like Pineapple soda, just came with Qualitest
How you wish me all the worst...when I wish you all the best?
All of us had bad inside, some of us just fought it less
Everything's all bottled up, I don't want all y'all to stress
What if he had body armor? Homicide no armored vest
I don't know what's to my right, I don't know what's on my left
Didn't always want this life, been exposed to all this death
Been exposed to all this pain, been around; it's all the same
Been around some suckas who kill you not to be called some lames
And it makes it hard to cope, and it makes it hard to change
And you won't make honest friends, in this shit we call the game
All these distorted views
I'm a spark that's more than you
Shit just seem faker than that, play number 42
Playing in recording booths
Each day we're more confused...than we were the day before
Just got so much more to lose

[Hook: Young Gully]
I know we mixed up, trapped in this crazy life
This shit seem fixed up, and they got me praying like
Should I give my gift up? Push it all away tonight
Take a stand and lift up, go and find my way to write
We livin mixed up
We livin mixed up
Lord, we livin mixed up
We livin mixed up
Lord, we livin mixed up