| I can’t hold back I gotta let it go
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| Held on for too long I gotta let it go
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| If I don’t find my way then I’ll never know
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| Who I am truly let the beat move me
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| Then I’ll go where it takes me
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| Releasing all the shit I’ve been holding in lately
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| At this rate see fam it’s bound to break me
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| Mess around and give new meaning to crazy
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| And lately I’ve been dwelling on this fact
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| Discovering new ways to keep my sanity in tact
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| I can’t get back to carefree living
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| Rent’s thirteen plus a month where we’re living
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| So kids right now is a scary vision
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| With my income support I’ll barely give them
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| Afraid at times but strength’s rarely missing
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| I crave to shine although every prison’s
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| A bit over-crowed they’ll make an exception
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| For a brother my size about my complexion
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| Hell no Cuz that’s out of the question
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| Though I’m often stressed and I fight with depression
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| I realized life is a lesson I don’t always
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| Like where I’m heading so I write with aggression
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| Hard to be polite when you’re stressing
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| Not a thing’s P.C. |
| about my a-alikes and my brethren
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| Made the mic our weapon found peace on loose leaf
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| Classics manufactured on no more than two sheets
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| I black out on bright white for you chief
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| And rap ‘bout how this trife life is too deep
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| It’s an ancient epic not a news brief
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| Same shit under the sun just a new thief
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| Man I gotta get it together handle my business
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| Maybe if I handled it better they couldn’t steal this
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| God given talent that I’ve taken for granted
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| Still no call backs labels making me panic
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| All the while black trying to chase this and manage
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| A relationship avoiding heartache and damage
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| To my soul damn it does a number to my spirit
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| So I cry out in pain knowing someone will hear it
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| If I don’t dumb down will they run from my lyrics
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| My fear is some will shun the things I hold dearest
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| So hear this from now on letting it all go
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| Like there’s no tomorrow ‘fore I drown in a bottle
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| Of top shelf liq' with a twist of my sorrow
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| If I finish it all yo we’ll both be hollow
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| Life is what you make it is the motto I follow
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| Hard to slow your roll when you’ve been living full throttle
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| Trying to make my dreams manifest but it’s hard though
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| Feel like I got a better chance at hitting the lotto
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| See the blood sweat and tears staining my cargos
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| From slaying fans waving hands screaming out bravo
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| And encore like Jay — 26th letter
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| Glad you think I’m dope but I’m trying to get better
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| Some think I’m barely scratching the surface
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| And I’ve probably held back in over half of the verses
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| I’ve ever written and I probably shouldn’t spit’em
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| ‘Cause that’s about as pointless as watered down venom
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| You should feel it in your heart and veins when it’s in them
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| But it seems it’s barely felt when the aim was to kill them so I…
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| I’ll go where it takes me, take me home Burns
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| I’ll go where it takes me, take me home
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| I’ll go where it takes me, take me home God
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| I’ll go where it takes me, take me home
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| I’ll go where it takes me, take me home Lord
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| I’ll go where it takes me, take me home
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| Take, take me home, Take, take me home
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| Take, take me home, Take, take me home… Let It Go |