Crisis - Fresh C

4 times for anybody who doubted me

5 times to my father who abandoning me

6 times for the people like me with PTSD and anxiety

You are not alone

When my voice hit the beat

It’s a crisis (whoa)

Peaceful in my heart

But the drama bout to start

Keep a (gun noise) —— nah nah nah …

Punch line for the lunch line

Rappers standing in

I’m the nicest (try me)

They talkin' like i pay attention (naw)

Gettin' paid to walk in

You pay general admission (whoa)

We are not the same (naw)

I’m different

Used to pitch rock on the mound

Like Clemmons (whoo)

Fuck around if you bout it

We can get it (whoo)

Keyboard warriors all get deleted (whoa)

Y’all ain’t bout shit

Keep ya fake hand shakes & mix tapes I don’t need it

Noah how you doing

Been a minute

Father of the year

You didn’t get it

Didn’t pitch a ball or go fishing

Teacher asked where yo dad at?

Told em you went missing

Tell em how you deserting me

Grandma took care of me

Ran from 5−0

Gun shots & security

Beat my moms physically

Best gift you’ve given me

Showed me what not to be

The proud father that you couldn’t be

Pal bearer at the funeral isn’t me

Dead the past with my last verse

Curse rollin' by in a hearse

Skirt skirt

Rest In Peace

I don’t wanna talk

Put the phone down

You don’t want these hands boy

Calm down

You had the spotlight

Til I came round

Played the background

When It dimmed down

Boy How you feel now?

I’ma have security

Walk you out now

Let the door hit you on the way out

We ain’t fam

That word played out

You Said I’d never be shit

Well I’m it now

1 time for em praying on my downfall (aye)

2 times for the homies on the badger squad (aye)

3 times for the every job that I got

Getting fired on the spot cause I spit raw

Fuck y’all

4 times for the nights that were all bad

5 times for labels who ain’t call back

6 times for the kids like me with PTSD and anxiety.

(This the get back)