Pit & the Pendulum F/ Vordul

This is what matters
 If the world shatters, it's on you to pick up
 The shards, put 'em back together or cut deep
 Into the scars. Somebody call the guards
 Midnight in the mental. Pulled over in the
 Rental and roamed the crossroads with only one
 Shot like crossbows.
 Couldn't pray harder. No atheists
 In foxholes, just unwilling martyr. Oh
 Heavenly Father, I could have played smarter
 All this talk who thugging, you
 Bugging. Vor' come through, slap your moms in the
 Onion, you won't do nothing. Put you in
 The oven, strip your sis, put you in the dungeon
 Lift your sacks, spread those cheeks, nigga
 Now who thugging? Nightmares
 Without sleeping, clock steady creeping
 This is what matters. Everybody
 Falls—it's how you land. Kind of like
 Snakes and Ladders. Once they started shooting
 Everybody else scattered
 Exploring freedoms
 On highways weeded, stresses get
 Left behind, (Skating) skating
 Thousands of miles, blow out clouds, drowning
 Henning crown with lobster shield
 Living in risk, trying to get out of momma's
 House and into cribs. Too many memories
 Of families at windows shedding
 Tears—that never helps. No one living
 In fear as the only thing to fear is self
 Awakening from falling in deep depressions
 You can't worry why skies is blues
 Only wonder why my hands is tied
 From all the bullshit caught in my mind
 But I can't let it fall all on me
 It feels like someone else helped put it
 There. Entrapments from ways we live
 Entrapments from ways we live
 At the wake, I had my first pair of dress shoes
 No black pants, so I wore navy-
 -blue. She asked me, "What happened?" "Shit
 Girl, time flew, everybody did
 What they do. He gone—next, it's me or
 You or them too. Blunts?
 Yeah, we smoked a few. Been on
 The precipice, girl, I'm a pessimist"
 We slept together but only kissed
 Stormy weather Spitamatic for worse
 Or better. Lighting
 Sticks, pulling cheap wine
 Every nigga I know that close to losing their mind
 Walking fine lines of moonshine
 We're all doing time
 This system will make you a cog
 Brothers wandering in fogs
 Burning through the smog. Lost
 Highways we drive. Something died
 Frustration just boiling inside
 Ready to go outside, just ride
 Burn a nigga something awful
 I'm not partial
 Pass the bottle
 Step it on it, man, choke the throttle
 The night in a rental
 Pulled over in the mental
 This is what matters
 This is what matters