Stitches - H-man

Sometimes I wonder if this shit is even worth it, tryna hide these feelings of

pride under the surface

Got me thinkin crazy shit like what my fuckin worth is, never really sure of it,

na, never really certain

Sometimes I wonder what’s the purpose of this circus, shit only made me nervous

or took what’s in my purses

Got me writin and savin all of my fuckin verses, tryna be a better person

before the condition worsens

Somtimes I try to put my thoughts into my verses, tryna hid these feelings of

uncontrollable urges

Maybe losin him is the reason they rarely surface, tryna find the signs on

ceilings of notable churches

Sometimes I try to turn my losses into purpose, tryna hide the bleeding from

these emotional grudges

Maybe that’s the reason my traumas always resurface, kinda like the feeling of

healing them broken Dutches

Sometimes I try to keep these hoes out of my business, never sayin no if

they’re present, though, like it’s Christmas

All these bitches wanna know is if you got the sickness, they don’t wanna know

bout the shit you had to witness

Sometimes I wonder if they’re gifts or if they’re curses, and how much do I got

fore I fall under the burden

Maybe losin her is the reason I make the purchase, and they all roll just the

same, but different versions

Sometimes I wonder if they’ll ever hear these verses, if they’ll ever grow the

balls to look behind the curtains

Cursin me for servin the culture, the culture lurkin, I lift a finger,

a blink and the hearses workin

Got me fightin daily like I wake up feelin nervous, then I look in the mirror

and see what your concern is

All my stiches wanna do is burst open the hurt and, show you how I made it but

it’s you who put work in

Get it?

All my stiches wanna do is burst open the hurt and

Show you how I made it but it’s you who put the work in, bitch

If you saw where we came from, you’d be surprised as hell

We made it out from the snake farm, still alive to tell

Where the ones who gain from you, are the ones who fight you

No good neighbors like State Farm, but we survived to

Inspire those who they couldn’t, we call it hope dealin

Deny those who they wouldn’t, we call it door sealin

Design roads that were missing, ways to promote healin'

Fuck, we spoke when they wouldn’t, gave em that woke feeling

Supply hope to dope dealers, made em think of better

Think of beggars to leaders, yeah, never think of lesser

Apply a choke to their beaters, made em think of pressure

Think of rats in a trap, yeah, made em think of cheddar

When I said I don’t get her, that shit I think upset her

She think of me like a joker, just like I’m fucking ledger

But actin like we together, she needed a refresher

It’s not the pleasure, my precious, honesty is the measure

And you can measure my treasure, I got a heart of gold

She put it under the weather, so it turned kind of cold

The pain is just like a sweater, though, I just smile and roll

99 probs but a bitch ain’t one, like Carter told