Joe Budden, Kutt Calhoun - Redemption lyrics

They say that sleep is the cousin of death
So I don't sleep cause once I
Doze I keep losing my breath
Feel Incapacitated, Froze
And I can't call out for help
Is that a sign a saying I'm not
A in full control of myself
I often think about the peeps around me
I'm feeling weak, If it's not
Peace well then lord please, allow me
To be at ease with my enemies
No longer church is in my want
And if I'm worth only ten hundred
Then I'm still a G life is the fast lane
And your friends are the
Obstacles in the road
If you've got to book to the
Shoulder it's obviously a hold-up (wait)
Just let me take into consideration those
Who do not see what this road has
To offer them when it's showed
Maybe I'm crazy or just maybe
I'm dead smack right
Promote me or pay me for
Partaking in red, black, white
Cause if you don't then
It's a deeper scripture i've got the brush
It ain't a rush for you to see the picture
It's black and white nigga

This life we livings an illusion
Wish I could fly and find a new one
If i could change this whole invention
My intentions are redemption
How can they reach us, being facetious
No signs of Jesus if I could tweak this
Whole invention, my intentions
Are redemption

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck
Sometimes I feel like times up
Sometimes I look at the clock
As the hand that stop
See I would like to rewind but
Times my only witness right now
If I don't think I'm wrong, Why the fuck
Should I ask for forgiveness right now?
Let me send a message to all these bitches
That all in my business right now
Before you approach me, I'm paranoid
Gripping on my biscuit right now
I'm only afraid to warn you my
Reality is far from normal
But, I try my best to keep it at
Rest and show you a proper formal
See, without this music I'd be a
Cell mate in that frail state
Everything around me is a jailbait
Loose control of my cruise control
Foot on the pedal accelerate
Kinda schizo, locomotive without a motive
They just focused on my
Depression, my obsessive compulsion
My profession
No longer backtracking on my progressions
Hate it or love it
Choose the former and choke on
A Smith & Wesson this song is for mental
I refer that all that I've been through
To say it's more than just mental
Ever thought detrimental joey

This life we livings an illusion
Wish I could fly and find a new one
If i could change this whole invention
My intentions are redemption
How can they reach us, being facetious
No signs of Jesus if I could tweak this
Whole invention, my intentions
Are redemption

Feels like it was never meant from the start
It's such a struggle wit tryin to juggle on
Who has my best interest at heart
And now I'm falling, got nothing to grab
(Who's gonna laugh? Niggas gonna let me? What
They really thinking? Do they really care?)
Fuck feeling bad
If it's my time then it's my time
And I'm gonna stand up like a
Man with my head held high
Ready to take whatever comes with the plan
Cause I won't be alone
That's on the eyes of Virgin Mary, man
I'll die before I live
Beneath this buried pain father forgive me
It's hard to separate the
Evil from friendlies the jealous ones in me
I don't know who the hell is the enemy
As a partner, friend, or
Associate angel, demon, or both
When it's right up under your nose
And their poker faces are frozen with smiles
And I haven't met a decent being in a while
(That I could trust)
I'd rather just beam them and bleed em on out
If you ain't with me, you against me
So I need to know now
Or you can witness my redemption when
I leave and roll out (I'm sayin)