Preaching by Xavier Frank Lyrics

1-8-7,thats a motherfucking murda
I would die for you,and you vice versa
Broken back,'cuz i carry the burden
Drowning soul in cigarettes and bourbon
Broke my heart when i moved to suburbans
Set fire to them closed curtains
Some people say i'm not the same person
That's for certain, i'm the better version
Of an lost angel, with broken wings
I am a god and you're my kings
You're a drug, to my fiend
Overdose me when i'm just clean
Blood is green that runs through my veins
Take me out of shackles and give me chains
Hope the rain, Will wash the pain
Please do pray, above my grave
Become a hunter instead of the prey