Tell Em (An Introspective)

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Tell 'em
Reflection looking more like a deception, an inception of myself
I need redemption and exemption from this hellhole
Gotta save this old soul, no goal, cold stroll
Down the snowy road I roll, knowing I am all but whole
Five minute half-life, when I rap you laugh, right?
Know my lyrics rhyme tight, but my voice it don't fit right
Set me free from me, I scream until the room is spinning
And I look, and now the mirror's screaming back at me
Why's it always gotta be you who tells me what the f*ck to do?
Pitter patter, streetlight, hit the ground running
Hit the ground running, hit the ground running
Why's it always gotta be me who tells me who the f*ck to be?
Pitter patter, streetlight, hit the ground running
Hit the ground running, hit the ground running
Ah, tell 'em Benjamin's back
Saturate your eardrums with the colors I pack
Full spectrum experience when I jump on the track
And I spit back, rebuttal every single attack
And I unpack the bags and unfold the clothes
And I try in vain to change house to home
But there's never no rest for the weary
And only heaven knows how I've been missing you dearly
Severely entangled in this mess I call a brain
I wonder if the second best could ever win the game
A thousand hours work, watch it spiral down the drain
And the proof is in the hurt, I can't wash away the stain of my past life
Of the prejudice and hate, they can't relate, they can't equate
The feeling of anything to losing your name
Losing face for the mistakes of another
On the one side the world, on the other your brother
121 plus 2, like its 1-2-3
Let the letters tumble out like the ABCs
Cruisin', bump this shit in the LGV
Hope the void in my chest don't get too mad at me, look
Why's it always gotta be you who tells me what the f*ck to do?
Pitter patter, streetlight, hit the ground running
Hit the ground running, hit the ground running
Why's it always gotta be me who tells me who the f*ck to be?
Pitter patter, streetlight, hit the ground running
Hit the ground running, hit the ground running
Screaming back at me, Jack it be, but it really isn't me
I see shadowy figures from my past in front of me
Never thought I'd outlast those in my class
I've passed them by with time and now I feel I live in grief and grime
Such a crime, what a shame, those who've died I hold your names
In my heart and in my brain, you'll live on, you've been ingrained
Cause in us you still remain
I'll remember every second, reckoned I'd get a second chance
But then September came and a legend ascended directly to heaven
I've lost some of my brethren and started to question
If I could handle living without them and their love and affection
I see my reflection as it's laughing in my face
As I struggle to get over losing friends I can't replace
Wish our paths had never severed, wish for steps I can't retrace
I'll remember TMS, track with you, winning first place
Used to ride in booster seats, now I'm carrying the wheel
I said thanks for all you showed me, now I'll tell you how I feel
I know how much I still miss you, and I know that this is real
So who the f*ck you think you are, tryna tell me when to heal, huh?
Who the f*ck are you to talk to me like i don’t know what I’m doin'?
Been around the block, I know the ‘Stock, I know you’re only human
I know you wanna be the one to make a lot of money
But you sure ain't got the dough, so boy you lucky that you funny
And you lucky that your honey keeps ya ass in check
Cause when you lonely you a horny psychopathic wreck
And you dunno just how you kept yourself afloat cause you a wreck
You gotta work to earn a check to pay for shit you can't protect
You gotta pay protection fee cause freedom doesn’t come for free
And safety isn't guarantee, protection isn’t liberty
And why you always negative about yourself I mean?
I know you feelin' shitty but your record's pretty clean
You always actin' like you gotta take the world by the balls
But a handshake should do man, just start your shit small
Why's it always gotta be you who tells me what the f*ck to do?
Pitter patter, streetlight, hit the ground running
Hit the ground running, hit the ground running
Why's it always gotta be me who tells me who the f*ck to be?
Pitter patter, streetlight, hit the ground running
Hit the ground running, hit the ground running
Pitter patter, streetlight, hit the ground running
Hit the ground running, hit...

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