D.O.P.E. - Too Many Doors (Stay Strong) lyrics

VERSE: BLESS Goodbye would definitely be too hard to say But this world is k**ing me slowly Obviously, I wasn't built to absorb the pain Of being ridiculed and bullied I got jumped again last night I kept throwing up But when I cut, the pain went away I prayed to God for me to see better days But it's the same result, and my parents never say a thing Medication is my only friend to them All I have is my only sister named Demi Short for Demetria She's beautiful I'm only ten, and she's eight When ever I get jumped, she hides in the alleyways Begging for me to get up 'Get up punk, your sister's waiting' They must have heard her crying I'm strong, at least she thinks I got up, we're hand in hand Almost home, and I collapse She cries again and then we're spotted I'm awake; I look at her And it causes pain to see The only thing I love has been raped by a gang an*lly.... HOOK: BLESS We work with a bully in our way Break our spirit; crush our heart Yes, a lot of you relate I won't fight; so I pray to God That I don't die today We took a hit, we got up There's another door to face We work even with you in the way Break our rhythm; time out Got to try a different play We won't quit; no more suicide We'll die another day We took a hit, we got up Too many doors to face.... VERSE: BLESS I'm tired of being lied to We live at home, but it's more of a foster care Where the kids are rarely cared for My name's Demetria and I'm only eight But I'm mature for my age Aw, let's face it; I never had a choice Unless I'm hanging alone I have a bike that I can ride when I try to collect my thoughts I saw my brother get jumped And I feared he wouldn't get up But he did; now he's asleep but the doctors still let me hug him Last month I made him a card The same month I was raped Everyday I'm praying to God And I'm wondering what he's waiting on Hey! I cut myself to feel better Or am I making it worse Am I just being naïve, or is it actually working Should I feel kind of relieved that my brother's actually dying My parents say that I should But God told me 'they're lying' I'll fight through it all for Stephen Forget cutting; I'll see to it that we're successful I can't quit, he wouldn't have quit How did he do this? I'm sick of being belittled, bullied, and ridiculed I'm crying out for help Does anyone else go through it? Every time I look in the mirror I see a failure But truthfully, I'm just stuck in a loop No encouragement comes from funerals He just died, and I didn't cry I guess I got used to it But from now on I'll live for you Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect We're living proof.... HOOK: BLESS We work with a bully in our way Break our spirit; crush our heart Yes, a lot of you relate I won't fight; so I pray to God That I don't die today We took a hit, we got up There's another door to face We work even with you in the way Break our rhythm; time out Got to try a different play We won't quit; no more suicide We'll die another day We took a hit, we got up Too many doors to face....