Please help me God so my body won't be outlined in chalk
But how am I supposed to sell broken dreams off the block
Cutting up and bagging lil baggies of broken promises
This will be the last time enough to get ahead he promises
But just like the last time he said it's nothing but broken promises
Praying to the sky will someone help me from above
I'm tired of saying nothing but goodbyes from the ones I love
Feeling like I'm surrounded by nothing but demons
Cooking up batches of home wreckers in hell's kitchen
Please God help me find a better way to find my loves
Because the next time I'm greeted with death I hope he brings a white dove
©droneking
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