distracted mf... always distractin

Distractions come a dime a dozen, and altho u don't fully kno it. 

Apparently when I need it u r right there...

Lots of crazy shit in my head I jus need 2 share.

Jus need 2 let it go, but to the nigga who ain't scared 2 b vulnerable. 

Wut is a girl to do, especially when I b feelin blu3.

Pop, locc, and drop a few dueces....

Or relaxxx my mind to my boo.

Which would God choose?

She said leave God out the mess, and neva would I make any excuse...

This ish I been goin thru ain't nothin that I could choose... 

Tho we supposedly got choices.

Daily, ok so be it.

They won't let me beat it...

So how do I got choices.

How da fucc do I get free??

And why would anyone in dey right mind wanna b me??

Thru God I can b free...

Ok, but I already chose me.

The Holy Father. The Righteous One, already said I am da chosen 1...

So... why me? How do I get free?

I'm not street, nor tryin' 2 be...

They don't understand...

This ain't neva been my plan.

And if it was all in my head, it would already b dead.

I wish they would let it die on it's own, so I can jus b me and return home...

Tired of writing dis sad song.

I need my nigga so we can bone in peace, fucc all that I jus need a release.

What's the difference in yours and mine sin.

Lying by omission, and comission... 

am I right?? please.

You all going right to Hell... in a handbasket.

Lord, Jesus. Keep up.

Help them to see, it's not about me.