Psalm

On and on what's not to love Gave you every reason to give it up With my heart in my palm, it's psalms I'm out of luck Broken to pieces what's done is done I called a truce Then gripped my gun Shot after shot 'til the clip is done Then reload it point it at the sun Need someone to blame for what I've become The old me has died Know I said it a thousand times I laid 'em to rest And I'll do it over and over again The old me has died Know I said it a thousand times I laid 'em to rest And I'll do it over and over again If I was you I wouldn't deal with it If I was you I would been finished Then again if I was you I probably still be here I'ma mess but I'ma real nigga You know a nigga ice cold but I can't chill with you I might let the dice roll and bet the crib wit it I go 7 then a 7 that's a meal ticket Though these blessings came from heaven Devil still whispering I called a truce Then gripped my gun Shot after shot 'til the clip is done Then reload it point it at the sun Need someone to blame for what I've become The old me has died The old me has died Know I said it a thousand times I laid 'em to rest And I'll do it over and over again The old me has died Know I said it a thousand times I laid 'em to rest And I'll do it over and over again