Verse 1
When life gave me lemons, it threw it as a curve ball
What are the odds y'all, thinking it was God's fault
Giving me the cold shoulder, I shrugged it off
Tried to call on him, it felt like he called my bluff

Loss of faith? no, cut to the chase
Lord give me a sign? like I ain't stuck in my ways
Got an intervention when my focus got misdirected
Jesus took the wheel I already re-invented

I had chosen the pain, my way of coping with shame
I'd exorcise my demons but I'll be lonely again
Man wait, Don't dare fate,
The pain i cope with, no covid I still never had fair shake?

Faith is goading me
I sadly thought my Last resort would be nihilism openly
Feared I'd relapse to smoking trees
But I'm out the woods now turned a new leaf and I'm roaming free

Verse 2
When life gave me lemons, y’all was drinking the Kool-Aid
Touché, a renegade don't care what the rules say
Burdened with a cost only a few paid
In many ways, every day of last year was doomsday

Day one took the bottle, ain't been okay once
Covid hit, job closed and dipped, he on state funds
Chasing digits, tryna stay strong
His face is livid, now he's raising spirits like a seance

Flipping birds got him on a trail of bread crumbs
Grass money, hoping to flip it into a hedge fund
Out of options, on the mad route to cash out
You'd sling rocks too if you ain't born in a glass house

The pain is adding up, that's my cross to bear
Looked for relief in friends, no trust is there
Pain dark, I ain't sharp, I lost the edge
Jumping to conclusions, none to talk me off the ledge

Verse 3
When life gave me lemons, I couldn't cherry-pick
Weights on my frail shoulders, I could barely lift
My bad habits are mad tragic, heavy shame
Traumatic childhood, all I ever dealt was pain

For real, Life is distressing it seems
Fabric of reality being wrecked from the seams
Flow is heavy, but Spotify ain't dispensing me cream
Never rode the wave, and it reflects in my streams

My man never made guap from his raps
Had to adapt, slanging wraps for stacks with a gat
The rat race will have you dragging for scraps
Chasing that cheese, now he trapped in the trap

For Pete's sake, praying to the heavens for my big break
Funds were low to meet the release date
I paid my Dues, y'all claiming the receipt fake
The odds are never in your favor with an increased stake