Lyrics Intro (Pt 3) - Fresh C

Intro (Pt 3)

Taken the road less traveled
Anxiety battled
Those who said I wouldn’t get here
Left stranded without a paddle
Up shits creek
I’ve had enough this week
Charged it to the game
Keeping all my receipts
Record meetings pissed me off
I’m not tan or buff enough
«Use your light complexion»
To sale records
I’m Mexican asf /
What I’m supposed to do now?
Fake it like ain’t brown
Mumble a few words round
With a piñata in the background?
Y’all got me fucked up
Like my auntie cooking at Christmas
Bullshit on my to do list
You’re name ain’t on the guest list
You’re ludacris
So move bitch
Way out my circumstance
Trying to make these dollars not put shit on my conscience
Mentally I’ve been exhausted
Socially awkward
Anxiety got the best of me
Got me acting obnoxious
Getting weeded to solve it
But it’s not solving these problems
My momma moved out to Texas
And I be missing her often
My grandma still fighting
Saying son you gone make it
Takes every ounce of strength
In me to not cry when she says it/
Another day isn’t promised
I’m being brutally honest
And that day gonna come when she ain’t there and I know it
But my pride I can’t show it
Back to the booth I keep going
Writing my truth in the lyrics
For all the lies that I’ve spoken
Right all my wrongs
Give my soul a good scrubbing
The angels are watching over Me
And these demons i keep ducking
Hoping one day I’ll find peace
And end the self destruction
Phone started ringing
Thought process was interrupted
«Sir we’re boarding your flight»
I must of passed out or something
Half alive with my eyes wide
Sitting in the plane ride
Knowing it ain’t easy
Thinking to myself like
This is what I asked for … right?