Go Inn

Yeah
C'mon
Yuh
For Real
Ay

[Verse 1: Sevin]
Blood stains on my t-shirt
I’m so d-sturbed
I’m on the curb
On my knees
With a chest full of e syrup
It don’t ease nerves
It just reverbs when I breathe
Why can’t I just reach for what I need?
Like I’m chained down to this dang town
My feet clamped to a street lamp
I had a good heart but that thing drowned
(Peace) Peace he’s searching for years
Heart full of grief it’s hurting his ribs
Daily we grieving and maybe the reason for the sickness
We witnessin’ murderous kids right
Smoking plastic
That open casket will steal yo smile
Especially when they kill your child
Uh

[Chorus: Sevin]
My life is so grim
Would it be better if I chose Him?
Cuz out here the light well it glows dim
Would it be brighter if I go in?

[Verse 2: Faith Pettis]
I done lost fam I done lost friends
Can’t get enough of that gun violence
Like a comic book it go BOOM
No talk and that gun be so silent
Two and a half square mouth that beef be thick
No cuts no hidin’
Funk right across street with my childhood friends
Gotta keep the chrome by me
It’s so grimy
Can’t swim but he in too deep
Can’t cope so nose divin’
That lean help him get some sleep
No hope but his soul cryin’
That root hitting under that tree
Big clouds keep his pain hidin’
A gangsta what he chose to be, see

[Chorus: Sevin]
My life is so grim
Would it be better if I chose Him?
Cuz out here the light well it glows dim
Would it be brighter if I go in?
My life is so grim
Would it be better if I chose Him?
Cuz out here the light it glows dim yeah
Would it be brighter if I go in?

Yuh, For real
Ay, Ay

[Verse 3: Sevin]
Rollin’ with my soldiers
Trying to touch enough dough that they think we own a bank
Pouring drank loaded off enough venom
We could make a cobra faint
Rallies on that Nova paint
Them Cali boys be holding rank
In the alley of death’s valley
They piling us up in holding tanks
Elementary school we holding shanks
Restless in a bed of war
Bullets rain and metal pours
Berettas when we settle scores
You better protect yo necklace
And the breakfast for the predators
Death is not a metaphor
We busy bout the devil’s chores
Yeah we need help God
We need sight
For real, huh
We need help
Please Lord we need light!

[Chorus: Sevin]
Dear Lord
My life is so grim
Would it be better if I just chose Him?
Oh I need to know
Cuz out here the light is so so dim
Would it be brighter if I go in?
My life is so grim
Would it be better if I chose Him?