By A Thread

[Intro: C-Mob] Searching for a piece of mind...it's like...my sanity's just slowly slipping away. I'm hanging on by a thread [Verse 1: C-Mob] My mind is exhausted They think I’ve lost it End of the line I have crossed it I’ve taken my sanity, went to the upper floor Opened the window and tossed it Looking at me like I’m troubled Cause I got a frown on my face and I ink my skin Definitely I have stumbled right off of my path And I live on the brink of sin Met with the devil, I’ve linked with him Talked with him now I am thinking grim I cannot contain the beast within I’m about to let the feast begin They think that I am a basket case They activate, their massive hate They better hope I’m in a passive state Cause fast with haste, I’ll smack the taste Right out of their mouth in a drastic pace Go in the crib and then trash the place And back to the paper I have to chase My mind is running in a rapid race Run up and you will get done up The ignorance that you display it agitates Me for the reason, there’s no way that you can Imagine the demons I have to face I try to live life in the right way But my life’s crazed and I might stray To the darkness where the light fades And repent when I get the most high praise No nice days Should I be using my rosary or just be using my nine It’s like there’s a battle inside of my head And I feel like I’m losing my mind [Hook: C-Mob x2] I’m hanging on By a Thread Voices inside my head Are telling me why live like this when I could just die instead But I do not lie in bed, I fight when most people would fold up I feel like I’m losing my mind and mentally I don’t know if I can hold up [Verse 2: Lil Witness] From jumpstream, I felt alone and headed for evil encounters No doubt was one of the ones That everyone said would never amount to Not even an ounce of clout, I held in the anger and all the shouts With then with stamina until I couldn't handle the anxiety of Me stamping the doubts the game with that flame spit You knuck up, you get your frame bent I’m sent of the negative energy in my past And I have it on my mind to swang quick Where they bang clips, cut necks, cutthroat and the cutlass Knowing gunfests, and the drug nests Finna go down raw dawg, none less May god bless that fool, stepping across my lane taking that move Like they wanna make an example up out of me But I’ve been ready to release the power to shame fools Since the beginning of every angle I love it when the demons and angels tangle Sinister the plot, they wishing for me to rot Look 'em down, and I cannot continue to play cool Able and willing, I may be unstable But still I’m not a lame to a villain Trigger me I'm leaving yo brains on the ceiling It’s strange how I’m dealing With the limits of the righteous murder within Is it finna sin, can a real fella win Let me hear that I can follow the pressure with a grin Tell me then [Hook: x2] [Verse 3: C-Mob] Every time I take a step towards the heavens here comes a hand from hell that tries to hold me down Toe to toe with the devil everyday But I'mma never back up, I'mma hold my ground I look into the dim skies of the grim vibe Then I wanna send five through your insides Fuck em all like hentai, watching them die Wondering why my back's to my friends knives Every time I turn around it’s like Another person that I should be able to trust They wanna switch up And people wonder why I’m acting like I’m losin' my mind And I’m telling everybody they can get fucked Feeling like I wanna fly away Or might could try to pray, and get high today I really need to try to find a peace of mind to stay In a good mood even when the skies are grey But I’ve fallen into darkness, heartless, artist Tryin' a start this, a catharsis Feeling like I’m in an anarchist, bloody carcass In the garbage, thinking of a harvest This pain I never asked for this But I’m learning love it like a sadomasochist If I try to be an anti-violent activist Even a pacifist, it'd be disastrous In the dark I'm a star like an asterisk Not blasphemous but I’m miraculous When I get up in the booth, they tell me I’m the truth From the Fort down to the Indianapolis You should never try to come and take a crack at Chris I might slash your wrist; I might bruise your spine No telling what I could be capable of When I’m on the edge and I lose my mind [Hook: x2]