When I was twelve I got baptised
But I've been runnin' from Heaven since
Half the time I wonder does it even exist?
I constantly cross the line
Between pleasure and sin
I try but sometimes it just seems like I can't repent
I wonder if my Grandma's lookin' down
On me with a frown or grin
Or maybe she's just dirt in the ground
And that's how it ends
I was so strong in my beliefs as a kid
Now it feels wrong though to believe in this
It's been so long since Jesus made me see He exists
Why can't I just send one sign one time
Please just one line that's all I need
And then confined and reformed
Please just bend the rules this one time I need more
I need to know that you are out there listening
I need to know that there is something else
I need to know that there is more than glistening
I need to know that I'm not by myself
That's what the world wants to hear me say
But I know that I'm saved be eternal grace
And the day that I get to the pearly gates
My grandmas gonna meet me and say my name
The worlds gotten so backwards
Everybody roots you to fail
And God's last thing that matters
No wonder it's a living hell
Laying on this operating table
It's impossible to save me
And I'm probably fading into the dark
Hated for the thoughts I'm saying
I know what confidence is waiting
And my haters are praying I don't see tomorrow
Cause they know if I don't make it
Then I'm not in their way
And their journey to the top would be easier to make
But secretly they wanna peep
Into the operating procedure
Just to see if there is still a piece of my brain
And they can take it but wouldn't
Know what to do with it
They're not creative enough to make the music I did
With the same beats same bars
Same rhymes same flows
I would kill 'em all but the fuckin' ruined the shit
And they're too stubborn to admit
That I'm influencing them
Too busy judging me while I'm
Making some moves in this bitch
Because I'm careful at who I choose
Who to include in this crypt
I'd rather be judged by twelve than be carried by six
So many haters are waiting in the emergency room
They wanna see the doctor come out and say
I'm not pullin' through
Well I'm pullin' through and the ER is crowded
There's so much noise but no damn talent
I lay down brain dead on the steel table
The top of my head's cut off it's no fable
My toe tag has got no name label
My cold raps were just dang hateful
I think it's kinda funny all these motherfuckers
Are waitin' on me to die
But even if I die I'm always livin' in your mind
My name is Crypt bitch I've been dead this whole time
On the inside when I'm writing my rhymes
Bitch it feels like I can almost fly
But then I realise no one likes anytime that I spit
But fuck it I keep it real cause it feels right
When I write down all of my rhymes
No matter what I do somebody will cry
You're too offensive you're non inclusive
But it's none of your business how I write my music
Stop tryna change me to fit your vision
I won't do it I'll just refuse it
If you don't like it then don't fucking listen
There's plenty other people out there that do this
No matter what I do I should've zigged when I zagged
Everybody tells me I should try something different
But when I do they tell me that they miss how I rap
It's a catch 22 so tell me what's the difference
If I do what you want then I won't like it
If I do what I want then you won't like it
If I do what they want then no one likes it
The only option is to stay silent
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