DJ Phonetic - The Art of Survival lyrics

Intro: What you gotta ask yourself is What does it mean to survive Survive is absolute And it's by any means At least for me Verse 1: Lord forgive me, I ain't prayin' much lately I ain't sayin much lately Stress got me pins and needles Got me stayin' up lately Like, why they hate me I know it's part of the game But damn, why try and break me And truthfully, I don't need their awards I know what I say is real So I don't need their applause I'm so immersed So obsessed with this verse See I'm trying to make things work But it feels so much worse Got every spare part But there ain't no spare hearts Trapped my mind and my body but please spare my thoughts Please No I'm not something that you should fear One sell from hell, one gram from 25 years Shears Product of public housing Our living space was crowded Me and my little brothers, we underneath one cover Then was the worst nights listening to momma fight When absent daddy's who ain't want us This is our life I held my brothers tight, like we gonna see the light Momma by our bedside crying tears of sacrifice Kings morn the promised praise of princes locked in chains Yet still we made it and we looked forward to brighter days When desperation sets in it'll make you k** your best friend Its worst than suffocation how you judge that situation Survival of the fittest goes to the highest bidders And since our pockets are empty, the world will never miss us Copyright Shear Genius Productions/The Writer's Room 412