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