I Made It - CANON, Poetics, Xay Hill

I done been through so much in my life

I be thinking I don’t want to go no more

I’ve done battled depression

Was holding a weapon

Crying on the phone, oh lord

I was sitting in the parking lot

I’m going crazy damn I don’t know no more

380, my pocket had a lil rocket launcher, my soul was at war

Swear to god, I thought I might give up

Should I pull the trigger I’m so lit up

Feeling so much pain I couldn’t get up

I drank so much liquor I couldn’t sit up

Throwing up bottle, yeah I spit up

I called god I felt he wouldn’t pick up

I told doc he told me let’s get up

I had demons I had to get rid of

Got me looking over my ledge, yeah

45 he was all in my head, yeah

Black life I’m walking on edge, yeah

Got wifey walking on eggs shells

I done thought about it in the end I wasn’t gone make it take me to the maker

Kidneys stones had me popping Percocet I never thought that I would take em

dang, but yeah, I made it

I felt the pressure but I really made it

Now I’m strong as a diamond they see that I’m changing

My heart it was heavy they said I would cave in

But while I’m still here, though shaken

You can tell them all I made it

Tell them all I made it, yeah

Tell them all I made it, yeah

Tell them all I made it, yeah

Yeah, I made it

I couldn’t help it I was feeling attacked

Lost faith walked away I was mad

Funny I wolf them I’d put on this mask and hide how I really

Feel for the bag

But lord knows

I was walking with anger

Suicidal plus I carried the stainless

I hate the art of politics how they paint us

Cuz being black in America dangerous

My mental health I couldn’t play with it

Stressed all night then all day in it

I had the blicky I stayed with it

Forget a hashtag with my name it

Police is bound to get a way with it

They a shoot to kill with no age limit

Target any nigga with some braids in him

Lord knows my heart was

Tired of fighting

Got tired of working white

Race relationships problems

Please, Covid 19, got a tight squeeze like Eric Garner

When my cousin died it wasn’t no mo talking

Rolled it up and just kept on coughing

Struggle stepping but I kept n walking

Drove me crazy

Tryna keep above water tell me how to float I feel like job

Cousin in the hospital dying from a (cough cough) cold

My brotha got his head shot with sumthin', got em low he feel like job

I got suicide on the mind don’t let me find a rope I feel like, woah

I swear my mind felt so lost yeah

I swear my heart felt so hard yeah

They see me down but I ain’t lost, yeah

though god I need you and I’m still here…

You can tell them all I made it

Tell them all I made it, yeah

Tell them all I made it, yeah

Tell them all I made it, yeah

Yeah, I made it…