Slap Box Video (MV)

I used to slap box with my demons
In the bathroom, in the parkin' lot
I had a stash box of my reasons
From afar I viewed em as my patnas
I used to slap box with my demons
In the bathroom, in the parkin' lot
I had a stash box of my reasons
From afar I viewed em as my patnas

I cry me a river, and cope with my pain
But them snakes love to slither and locate brain
They all in my business, they lie to my witnesses
So I write all of my sentences, so I can fight off this shame

Slap boxing
That's not clean
Hand fully balled and back pack full of all things that involve violence
Violin might screech
Call the law and Lord cause the floor might need
A soggy mop and cap full of Clorox bleach
Due to marks from the blood that I leak
On the brink of my last breath
Who is that? Let's not pretend that the last man who threw a jab
Just was tryna break up the fight
I get it that they like to bite
I'm livin' in daylight and night seems to sneak up on I
I pray for my life, and I stay to my plight
Silly that they bite to bite
Why they prey on my rights
Why do innocent suffer while sinners entice
How you sit down for supper with kids and a wife
Then you go out and plot on a innocent victim
As if it's a daily routine, dudes is wild

I used to slap box with my demons
In the bathroom, in the parkin' lot
I had a stash box of my reasons
From afar I viewed em as my patnas
I used to slap box with my demons
In the bathroom, in the parkin' lot
I had a stash box of my reasons
From afar I viewed em as my patnas

I cry me a river, and cope with my pain
But them snakes love to slither and locate brain
They all in my business, they lie to my witnesses
So I write all of my sentences, so I can fight off this shame

Fightin' the shame
I'm lightin' my flame
The bigger the body, the wider the aim
Nobody remains
You lie on my name
Pants is on fire
Put liars to rain
The pie of the game
Don't cut me a piece I need wider of range
Matter fact keep the whole slice and refrain from talkin'
That talk that you talk when yo talk don't align with yo frame
Just give me the oven
No beefin' in public
You pop at the mouth like a child with stains
All in the clothes that his mama done gave 'em
The way that he cope is to wire his brain
To fight and sustain an image he made of himself
He see wealth as a vital acclaim
Excited to bang and bring a 44 to a fist fight
Losin' a life once again

I used to slap box with my demons
In the bathroom, in the parkin' lot
I had a stash box of my reasons
From afar I viewed em as my patnas
I used to slap box with my demons
In the bathroom, in the parkin' lot
I had a stash box of my reasons
From afar I viewed em as my patnas

I cry me a river, and cope with my pain
But them snakes love to slither and locate brain
They all in my business, they lie to my witnesses
So I write all of my sentences, so I can fight off this shame