| I swear
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| I’m just sitting back thinkin' about everything in life
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| No matter how good I done by people
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| It never failed, man
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| You know I’m human
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| I always come back around, totally the opposite
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| But I’m good though
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| Lotta things been in my head
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| Days I barely leave my bed
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| I keep pushin' like you said
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| Even though it’s hard
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| So much pain, I cannot rest
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| All this time it got me stressed
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| I don’t win, I do my best
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| Even though it’s hard
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| Lately, I been dealing with pain, I’d rather fight
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| Like why the fuck I’m stuck in the night searching for light
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| Damn, my niggas off in the sky, without a flight
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| All the things they left me to fear, it wasn’t right
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| Hella niggas still in the cell, send 'em a kite
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| Me, I’d rather hit 'em with flicks, I hate to write
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| Turn my back on many of mine? |
| I ain’t the type
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| That’s why the couple of 'em who left, I hold 'em tight
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| I feel I need a different direction, no distillation
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| but we fuck 'em, that’s restoration
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| Some people that I love tryna stop me from elevation
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| Right or wrong, I still keep it solid, no hesitation
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| Me, I’m in the same location where nothin' promised
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| Where they say you ain’t designed to see thirty, just bein' honest
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| Just hope they got to see when it happened
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| Lotta things been in my head
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| Days I barely leave my bed
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| I keep pushin' like you said
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| Even though it’s hard
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| So much pain, I cannot rest
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| All this time it got me stressed
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| I don’t win, I do my best
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| Even though it’s hard
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| They told me keep my faith while I’m losing, and it’ll pass
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| Praying
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| Hard to see one day you’ll be first when always last
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| I swear it’s like your life only relevant when it’s cash
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| Be careful who you give dedication,
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| Just know you at somebody disposable like you was trash
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| No with me controlling these motions, I only spaz
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| Too many niggas singin' the blues right over jazz
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| speakin' different, most of live it, a different tune
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| Not knowing things, we made it, our mama, we would be doomed
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| My children ask me «Will it get better?» |
| I tell 'em «Soon»
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| I’m equal to the greats but I’m guessing it wouldn’t
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| Even if I never get noticed, I couldn’t trip
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| I know, keep on planning, I couldn’t slip
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| Anyone who listen, I gotta dip
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| Regardless, tell 'em «Look at me now», I got 'em Clip
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| Lotta things been in my head (My head)
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| Days I barely leave my bed (My bed)
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| I keep pushin' like you said
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| Even though it’s hard (It's hard)
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| So much pain, I cannot rest (I can’t rest)
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| All this time it got me stressed (Stressed)
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| I don’t win, I do my best (My best)
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| Even though it’s hard
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| Even
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| My bed
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| It’s so hard
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| I can’t rest
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| It’s stress
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| My best |