Struggling
Country Lunatic
3:01(intro) I ain't scared no more Not of god, not of jail, not of dyin' poor I been ready — Just waitin' on that ditch to open wide (verse 1) Eyes half—dead, breath thick with rot Prayin' to a sky that done forgot Needle in my arm, dirt in my blood Draggin' my sins through trailer park mud Ain't no redemption when the light don't shine Just a broke—down boy with a fucked—up mind Sippin' turpentine tears with a crooked grin Been losin' this war since it first begin Momma cried, but i ain't listen Papa died, i just went missin Been fightin' myself with a rusted blade Every night hopin' i don't get saved (hook) I prayed to die in a ditch Where the rats got peace and the snakes don't snitch I prayed to die in a ditch Where the world don't talk and the pain don't itch I prayed to die in a ditch With a bottle, a blunt, and a final glitch No heaven for me, just a pit i earned I was born to rot, now it's my turn (verse 2) Shadows got hands, and they grippin' my neck Trauma in the rearview, life's a wreck Dreams gone flat like a trailer tire Only thing left is this cold desire To fade out slow with a cough and a curse Write my will in a verse, lay it down in the dirt They said i was gifted, but i spit like death Truth in my throat with a smoker's breath Ain't no light when you deep in the pain Just a broke boy drownin' in shame But i ain't ask for help, fuck your cross I was born in sin, now i'm payin' the cost (hook) I prayed to die in a ditch Where the rats got peace and the snakes don't snitch I prayed to die in a ditch Where the world don't talk and the pain don't itch I prayed to die in a ditch With a bottle, a blunt, and a final glitch No heaven for me, just a pit i earned I was born to rot, now it's my turn (outro) Bury me deep with my songs and scars With a piss—warm beer and a beat—up heart No choir, no pastor, no light, no pitch Just silence And a ditch