~Scratch And Rap~

(Chorus:1)
Was I made for this chill?
Made to become Ill?
Was my purpose steal, kill, or blame deal?
Or was I born to teach life,
Break up every meaningless fight.
Each night?
You hear my words right?



(Hook)
Think about it,
Think long and hard.
Every question you had about love, hate, and God.
Life and death.
Maybe your first and your last breath.
Everything you ever controlled to everything you don't have left.

Now...
Think about it.
Harder this time.
Every unspoken word you acting out like a mime.
Every stab in my back.
If I only had a dime for every girl who fronted on me...
Well, the world would be mine.

But from the sun rise, to sun set
All those day's sum
I can't let you change me from the man I'm to become.
I see people run
While I walk through your dirty flood.
But I called out to the Lord and he raised me from the mud.

But just look in my mind frame.
Just look in my mind frame.
Because when the time came.
I couldn't even define pain.




(Chorus:2)
Were you placed here to hurt?
Turn heads in your skirt?
Be an object of desire when you flirt?
Or were you born to teach life,
Even though you never stopped a fight.
Every night.
You hear my words right?




(Hook)
Your words spoken could leave me strong or broken.
You came on too strong.
Maybe I was too soft spoken.
Or maybe I choose words to bring light.
And expose the night.
And stop the fight.

You led me to chasing the wrong thing,
When we were bonding.
I remember the fear, and the pain, and the strain
That you bring.
But as time went by I cried a tear for every lost dream.
Every hope misplaced,
There's a point that traces back to past generation.
Got offered cold shoulders for compensation.

And well I guess I settled.

Visions turned into distant memories.
As you live a life that was never meant to be.
Looking for purpose for yourself.
In turn, It only hurts your health.
Chasing after dreams your identiy deserts you.

A skirt instead of a ladies,
Given the gift of creation...
But your only talent is making babies.
Running after "love".
Young and half crazy.
To only stop after you've fallen
And ask "So why did life play me?"


(Chorus-Mix)

Was I made for this chill?
Made to become Ill?
Is my purpose steal, kill, or even blame deal?
Or was I born to teach life?
Break up every meaningless fight?
Each night?
You hear my words right?

Were you made to hurt?
Turn heads in your skirt?
Be an object of desire when you flirt?
Or were you born to teach life?
Even though you never stopped a fight?
Each night?
You hear my words right?

You hear my words right?