Lyrics: Carmine Conte/Jimmy Wasiu Salami/Pasquale D'Alessio
Music: Carmine Conte
If I give in
The dark might never have its flame
If I give in
The dark might never have its flame
If I give in
The dark might never have its flame
If I give in
The dark might never have its flame
From the lands of the nether
And I feel like I'm tethered
To the ground, to my demons
Are we in this together?
'Cause the angels, they left us
And the evils connect us
Pray that God still protect us
Still my gun on the dresser
Bitch, don't gas me like Teslas
The school of hard knocks wouldn't test us
Man, I got no class, I'm pretentious
I don't know who asked you to check us
Get hit in your chest playing checkers
This ain't no game or a movie
But I still take shots like directors
Living life no doubts, no regrets but
That lil bitch karma is clever
Don't know what's pain, what's pleasure
No longer feel love, feel pressure
'Cause my feet feel light like a feather
But my head weigh more than a wrestler
Sumo, who knows? I may never
True goal, to go to the Mecca
Truth told, I'm stuck here, I'm tethered
Yeah, to the lands of the nether
If I give in
The dark might never have its flame