Somebody Find Me Video (MV)

In the actual events, if I look deep enough it actually makes sense
They attacking me, dawg, and the hate's intense I try to work towards change, but I'm paid
In cents-sense Digital photograph, but I save the prints
Catastrophes from these atheists and analogies All basic, bitch, when your salary can't pay
Your rent I'm not homeless, not yet, but I know this
Process I need to focus and progress, but the loneliness
Is killing me I'm depressed and I'm so stressed, but my
Holiness is like the Pope gets Yeah, these moments like, oh yes, I chose
The quest that let me oceanless I'm devoted to the gold when I open my chest
I'm like
Down the path, cruisin' blindly Somebody find me
Yo, the sun's fightin' hard to give me some light
I'm lyin' to God, but never run from the fight
I'm in the Vicodin squad on a hunt for a pipe
My life is involved with nothin' that's right Give me a bump of the white and buckets of
Sprite With promethazine to better me when I'm buggin
At night Yeah, I need somethin' that's real, just a
Blunt and a mic Yeah, the struggle is real, yeah, the struggle
Is life And I'll take off, never look back
I don't hate y'all, this is just where I'm at
Why would I debate with y'all
Life ain't about facts, and my faith in the Lord ain't always paid back
But I stayed on course, even when I take a loss
I stand tall and display my sword
Just to break from my cage, I'll engage in war
But now I'm insane, the brain like Agent Orange
Somebody find me, somebody find me
Every time I look back, I'm rewinding
Slowly I'm dying
I don't think they can find me
I'm not in' Hawaii
I don't have that money
That's funny, I'm dying
My tummy, my tummy, it's crying
I got a problem, what do I believe in
Muhammad, oh Jesus, we constantly bleedin
But sometimes it don't hit the pavement
Sometimes it just stays in
Emotional bruises
Leads to overdosing and boozing
Hold close what you love, not enough, you prove it
Life's not justified, man, just through music
And if you lie, they still probably trust the illusion
But I don't know, who are you
I might've known if I really had a clue
I'm stuck in the cyclones of bad djà vu
And f*ck all my rivals, I'm mad if they improve
But I try not to promote hate
The scapegoat is my smoke gate
And I reload and then I masturbate
How's his words cutting through the beat like that
What is he doing