All I Own

Pressure bustin' every pipe I own Contradictions flood my flow Exhale my weed Blow out my lows The mirror sees what my eyes don't show Oh, it's like I'm fighting for my soul, soul Oh, don't know if I could find no more, I don't know Have a drink, even though I shouldn't The liquor fuels my evil thoughts Glocks and clips, it's an easy fix It feels like wrong is the only right Evil got me questioning my patience Hold up, I just need some space Space, space Let me regain sole controls of my wrongs 'Cause it's all I own I've made it through too many storms to fold --- All I Own - Terrace Martin