Tales from the Crypt

[Verse]
When I was twelve, I got baptized
But I've been runnin from Heaven since
Half the time, I wonder, "Does it even exist?"
I constantly cross the line between pleasure and sin
I try, but sometimes, it seems I just can’t repent
I wonder if my Grandma's lookin down on me with a frown or a grin
Or maybe she's just dirt in the ground, and that’s how it ends
I was so strong in my beliefs as a kid
Now it feels wrong though to believe in this
It's been so long since Jesus made me see He exists
Why can't just send one sign, one time?
Please, just one line- that's all I need
And then I'm confined and reformed
Please, just bend the rules this one time
I need more
I need to know that you are out there listening
I need to know that there is something else
I need to know that there is more then glistening
I need to know that I'm not by myself
That's what the world wants to hear me say
But I know that I'm saved by eternal grace
And the day that I get to the pearly gates
My grandma’s gonna meet me and say my name
The world’s gotten so backwards
Everybody roots for you to fail
And God's the last thing that matters (We’ve got a pulse)
No wonder it's a living Hell! (What's goin on?)
Laying on this operating table- it's impossible to save me
And I’m probably fading into the dark
Hated for the thoughts that I'm saying
I know what confidence waiting
And my haters are praying I don't see tomorrow
Cause they know if I don't make it then I'm not in their way
And their journey to the top would be easier to make
But secretly they wanna peep into the operating procedure
Just to see if there is still a piece of my brain
And they can take it, but wouldn't know what to do with it
They're not creative enough to make the music I did
With the same beats, same bars, same rhymes, same flows
I would kill em all, but the fuckin' ruined the shit
And they're too stubborn to admit that I'm influencing them
Too busy judging me, while I'm making some moves in this bitch
Because I'm careful at who I choose who to include in this crypt
I'd rather be judged by twelve, than be carried by six
So many haters are waiting in the Emergency Room
They wanna see the doctor come out and say I'm not pullin through
Well, I'm pullin through, and the ER is crowded
There's so much noise but no damn talent
I lay down brain dead on the steel table
The top of my head's cut off- it's no fable
My toe tag has got no name label
My cold raps were just dang hateful, woo!
I think it's kinda funny- all these muthafuckas are waiting on me to die
But even if I die, I'm always livin in your mind
My name is Crypt, bitch- I've been dead this whole time
On the inside, when I'm writing my rhymes, bitch, it feels like I can almost fly
But then, I realize no one likes anytime that I spit
But fuck it- I keep it real cause it feels right
When I write down all of my rhymes
No matter what I do, somebody will cry
"You're too offensive, you're non-inclusive"
But it's none of your business how I write my music
Stop trynna change me to fit your vision- I won't do it, I will just refuse it
If you don't like it, then don't fuckin' listen
There's plenty other people out there that do this
No matter what I do, I should've zigged when I zagged
Everybody tells me, I should try something different
But when I do, they tell me that they miss how I rap
It's a catch-22 so, tell me, what's the difference?
If I do what you want, then I won't like it
If I do what I want, then you won't like it
If I do what they want, then no one likes it
The only option is to just stay silent!

[Outro]
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