Angels with dirty faces

[Intro] Social Club is the best Martymar is back [Verse 1: Martymar] Yea He asked me if I was happy with my life I couldn't tell the truth Cause last night I felt like my nightmares were coming true Walk into my own funeral with a suit All black everything The darkness is the proof that I'm fading Should I go back into the image I was a made in? Rappers shake my hand but deep down I know they're hating It's hard to be happy for the guy who just made it All the while the reason why I left is cause I hate it Feels like I been through everything Good, bad, ugly And if you knew everything, would you still love me Baby you could tell me I'm calling up my parents on the phone They can't help me I haven't slept in days it's not healthy Plus I'm tryna act fine, it's really not helping Yea Ok maybe I just need to get away You can only see it leave you can never see it stay I'm tryna make it count so either way, I'm good I wish that everything would go back the way it should It's like I gotta be perfect because it's normal But if you're not perfect they will stone you [Hook: F.E.R.N] (x2) This is different music If you listen to it Then you'd know that our aim is more than influence Social Club is the movement But our God is the focus Sound doctrine my friends but the method is dopeness [Verse 2: F.E.R.N] Ferny, powerful music They saying Fern slow down, bruh you speeding baby I'm in the HOV with my wife and baby I feel different inside, I look back and think My passion much richer when I rhyme for Him I'm just a regular person But It's amazing how I spit out these irregular verses I'm just saying it's no pressure, I been rhyming The old rookie who bakes cookies and wears diamonds I'm diverse It's no problem, it's so easy I'm this ill, it's this real so please believe me And this the flow that the master done blessed me with I'm more than honored, I'm the vessel blessed benefits All bestowed upon me, Lord right beside me Cause I'm living for the Father I ain't going high in, uh And let me be a blessing to my daughter Double-digit unemployment, man we headed to the slaughter But you can see me catch it in the clouds When the father call me home When I hear that trumpet sound, you'll see Say you can see me catch it in the clouds When the father call me home Boy, I'll hear that trumpet sound [Hook]