All I Own - Terrace Martin

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

It’s like I’m fighting for my soul, soul

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

Let me regain sole control of my wrongs

Cause it’s all I own

I’ve made it through too many storms to fold