Lyrics Restoration - Mark A.

Hello sir my name is Mr. Mason you are an addict
I am here to guide your heart to restoration
You were about to make some very poor choices due to heartbreak
And I am here to make sure
You steer clear of that mistake
Your concept of wealth and concept of self
Will lead to your health eroding from deeds
The way that you love will make you bleed
Trust in my words what are your worries

The death of my ego is buried in words
I gotta do better I've gotta do better
But why I do better when others is worse
It just gets me hurt it just gets me burned I find myself used
Wanted for what I could bring yeah wanted for what I could do
Friendships start like job interviews
And who's here to help when I needed you
Boundaries placed cause I needed to
Don't ask for more you'll never get less
Pray for your heart I promise you're blessed I promise you're stressed
You can be both but I digest the lessons placed upon my head
Stacking up dread for what is ahead
My world full of hope publicly dead
Fear of some money corrupting my mind disgracing my views
Making me blind
These capitalists only got one thing in mind
As is their nature monopolize
And I've become jaded trying to survive my wisdom rings true
But takes a long time and lives on the line
So fuck the cultural warfare man
These kids gotta eat not think about dying
Not think about dying

Is this what adulthood is
Jaded and mad and still powerless
My friendships are fleeting my freedom is backwards
And all I have now is more ways to miss
Less ways to get back when I have been hit
More on my plate but no more utensils yeah
More to debate but my mouth has been closed
So work me away I'm worth nothing more
That's what they think but they I ignore
I have gained hope that they can't destroy
Sharpened by jade it powers my sword
Boundaries made is like my armor
I tell you this now I'm ready for what
I'm ready for war

And how has my heart been feeling
It's working in ways that come from a place
That knows of romance that's now unfulfilled
The negative ways from thinking far back
Get in the way of trying to get healed
But I can't go back
I burned down that field I was tired of games
My mama knows that yeah she knows how I feel she knows how I changed
She knows of the pain yeah she knows of the real she knows of the fake
She knows how to help her sons making mistakes
Straighten them out making them great
On top of my mind these burdens are placed
But when do I try to save my own fate
Burning my hand with candle wax
I write to these notes when day turns black

Fuck on me fuck on me fuck on me fuck on me uh
Ay ay fuck on me fuck on me fuck
On me uh

Fuck on me fuck on me fuck on me

Commie got a new drawing got a new army
Speak to the tommy you wanna try me
Jakey the tanky he'll fuck up your body
Weird person shit no banana clip
I shine from the wrist and shoot from the hip
Making a list cause I got all these gifts
Taking some hits but I'm high from the bliss
Of reaching my goals I move the goalpost
Making it in yeah I'm making it in
I write in a pen then I read it in rhythm
You see what I'm doing I'm making a killing