The First Step of Becoming God Is a Bottle to the Face - Pouya

Why do I do the things I do to myself?

The pressure on my soul is damaging by health

I know these rappers coming for my belt

Cutthroat 'cause you can’t fit too much on that top shelf

So everybody wanna bump heads, money come rolling in

Relationships get questioned, do you even know your friends?

Baby mama, hold my hand, tell me that it’s gonna end

Look up, tell me God is great, then, baby, why the sky so grey?

Lay my head in your lap as you caress my shoulder

We get high, then we doze off, wake me up when it’s over

I’m getting older, don’t think I’ve come to terms yet

Still searching for my purpose, wondering if it’s worth it

You study one book your entire life and still end up a crook

I’m rolling dice, I come alive at night, I never thought to

Look the other way as my demons call my name

You know what they say, who am I to blame?

They say to think, sleep, and breathe deeper

Is the only way to avoid meeting the Grim Reaper

Praying on my knees until I crease my sneakers

Can anybody out there hear me, should I speak up?

I’m pacing back and forth like it’s a sport with sweat dripping down my face

The weight of the world is on my chest and I just wanna walk away

I’ve been betrayed, swayed and played, face-to-face

By the ones who say they love me the most but now I know that blood was never

thick as water

See my friends die slowly in front of my eyes

See the pain and agony through every smile that I encounter

Back of the tour bus with blue pills, dollar bills, and dancers

Back at home, second hand, struggling with cancer

Almost felt like it was me, how could I be so selfish?

Thinking about myself but not the one that I’m in love with

Damn, my heart felt like erupting

Barely shedding tears, I had to emphasize my toughness