15.5 by Peyton Hezekiah

intro:
mic check check check
mic check check check
its like, 10pm when im writing this
just my raw thoughts
im tired, hungry
kinda like food for thought for you and me you know?
its been a long time

[verse 1]
its been, only half a year it felt like half a day
school really slappin my *** yellin’ “andeley!”
lay down my burdens and my flaws as i pray
im only 15 and a half what else i gotta say
i swear im saying secrets in my sleep that no soul heard
swear my bars are getting corny every spoken word
swear im getting worse mentally and spiritual
run out of ideas and motive once the word is spoken
hope i could lock in while having some easy living
hope i could meet them someday on my billie holiday
i hope the love is real cause i swear they faking
its just the trauma talking so i’ma stare at the ceiling
you know, that feeling where you bouta do something
but at the end of the day you just do nothing
well thats my everyday and i’m- (tired of this shi-)
eyes a bit baggy, while the posers pants be saggin'
i’m too erratic rubbin’ on your clothes like static
delightful that my new ways slowly becoming a habit but,
my old ways coming back, either from 20', or 24' its still a blast from the past but the thing is

[verse 2]
im scared
im scared of my own health
i started searching symptoms on google again i have cancer
i got a bump on my head, so ima die in like two days
my - been hurt for too long so i gotta throw it away
i’ve done this since covid and i gotta stop
pray that the soreness isnt als
cause i want to live to see the day when it happens
when jesus comes back and i get to get my baggage
im home (baby i'm hoooome!~)
i yell as i pull up to missouri
its like seeing them for the first time misery gone
we know we doing first contact
clothes rubbing with rubber its the static delight i was talking about
im too errotic, thats my erratic yin and yang
started playin’ futbol since bayern kim min jae
im improving i pray i make it out
either debut or emmerge in the beutiful or ugly game

[verse 3]
does God like ugly i wonder everyday
what what pops think of me when he hears my name
would he sing it like rolling stones and the melody
or pop a gauge open instead of wanting to hear me
sing
don’t really know if its my thing
i keep voice cracking, “its cute” but it stings
but they make me feel so loved and into it
i gotta make a project that make us so intimate
oh God, don't get me started on how they made me smile
when they said they couldn’t do it, it made me cry
god, excuse my human nature, my fears and desires
but if this doesn’t work out then i might just have to die
look at my face you see im sighing and im tired
tired of school bullshit and petty ass crimes
tired of disrespect and getto nova culture
if i could get out of this city my life be far from over
im being real

[outro]
loving
gotta be so hard for me
why lord why?
all on that day
i just
wanna be there for them
just don’t know how
i’ll take years from now
wish it was by this day
i’m not even playin
i will lie for them
i would fly for them
i would die for them
you just don’t know
i’m not even playin
lord deliver me from satan
all on this day
pray
i’m prayin’
just gotta move on
just gotta keep prayin

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• RnB
• Underground
• Virginia
• hiphop
• rap
• Fairfax