paroles de chanson Get Through (Commentary) - KB

I'm just tryna get through
Just tryna get through

People tryna keep me quiet
Scared I'll start a riot all up in the streets
They don't see me representing
They don't get it
They don't understand the reach
Slippin' in the darkness
Lord, I'm feelin' heartless
Can you help me find some peace?
Can't explain what's happenin'
But I'm livin' backwards in the dark where I can see
I'm poppin' pills to go to sleep
Poppin' pills to get it poppin'
Got a Percocet to keep the peace
Got a purple pill to feed the problems
And I'm fallin', I just might be here a while
So picture me wylin', I can't lose what's in your wallet
I got this picture perfect picture of a new indentured servant
I'm a slave to you, call me a surgeon but won't call a surgeon
Well, this is an emergency
I'm wretched soul, got a heart of stone, need another one
Tryna murder me, now I'm all alone
Hear the serpent telling me it's edible
Pray for me