What Can I Do, Where Can I Turn?

[Verse 1]
I'm up late night
Haunted by the visions of death
Snatching my breath
Paralyzed inside my physical flesh
I'm dead tired, eyes burning, having ill hallucinations
Yet the words keep spilling through my pen
Flow gracefully
Acute taste for weed again
Hennessy drowning my misery
Will my death be known or a mystery, is mystery
It's hard living, hard giving all that you got
Instead of life I'm dreaming 'bout how Imma get taken out
Stabbed by your friend or enemy
Family with envy and jealousy
Tortured inside a police fortress for felonies
Intertwined with my divine queen, ecstasy
Escape the planet through the climax
And melt heavenly
Sleep, caressing skin I felt your soul it was deep
Plus the look upon your face was such a joy for me to keep
In the memory banks
Out here they slander my name
Offending my reign
My legacy has stayed, help

[Hook]
What can I do? Where can I turn?
I'm looking for some form of escapism
Some way of not dealing
What can I do? Where can I turn?
This pain that I'm feeling, so broken up
No forms of realism
What can I do? Where can I turn?
I'm looking for some form of escapism
Some way of not dealing
What can I do? Where can I turn?
This pain that I'm feeling, so broken up
No forms of realism

[Verse 2]
Scared of living, scared of success
I fought a (?) inside like quitter
What kind of message delivered to my young children
When they get (?)
I'm sell out, disconnected
Frustrated, anger (?), Satan waiting to exit
The life of a black man
Is feeling quite worthless
Hurtful and merciless
Suppressive, self-mutilating
Walking on thin ice
When it break I got fools waiting
Vampires, teen mothers, undercover satanists
My ex-wife had to keep the kids and kick my coffin
She's thought of suicide too, but can't leave 'em as orphans
I'm hurting Lord
I'm bleeding inside, turn my mic off
I'm confused, view the abuse, I'm nailed to the cross
I'm spiritual, but not really that religious
Waking up from dead sleep
Fully awake to write scriptures
Beautiful pictures, emotions might hit ya
They'll have you broke down on one knee
Screaming for Jesus

[Hook]
What can I do? Where can I turn?
I'm looking for some form of escapism
Some way of not killing
What can I do? Where can I turn?
This pain that I'm feeling, so broken up
No forms of realism
What can I do? Where can I turn?
I'm looking for some form of escapism
Some way of not killing
What can I do? Where can I turn?
This pain that I'm feeling, so broken up
No forms of realism

[Outro]
What can I do? Where can I turn?
I'm looking for some form of escapism
Some way of not killing
What can I do? Where can I turn?
This pain that I'm feeling, so broken up
No forms of realism
What can I do? Where can I turn?
I'm looking for some form of escapism
Some way of not killing
What can I do? Where can I turn?
This pain that I'm feeling, so broken up
No forms of realism