Broken (feat. Unc P)

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I'm just trying to think but my mind up in a fog
I've been on this bender for just way to long
I've been up dead since the earliest dawn
Sounds of the sirens while I'm mowing my lawn
Like the blades of the grass they been cut down just for doing a task
The homies all fronting while they're wearing ski masks
Sayin down with the wealthy f*ck
The upper class
They all trying to act brash with they houses made of glass
Claiming we ain't all the villains we just taking out the trash
As If I could try feel better when they are just a letter
In they cliche words thinking they
A trendsetter
I'm hoping y'all can understand I don't have the upper hand
But I be out here storing cash with my rubber bands
I roll up in my whip
Cause we goin on a trip
Forgetting all our problems cause
Yeah f*ck that shit
Turning on the beats we never turning down
Cause when we come back we forever change the town
Damn we be be turnin up the sound
Layin down these bars we starting from the ground
We be sprouting like a root
And we be growing like the plants
We be loving our life
Don't remember innocence
We used to play swings doin childish things
We used to get exited every time the bell would ring
Depression aside I'm not trying to die
But I keep running and I know I can't hide from the inevitable fate of becoming untied
I try to keep my composure
I try to hide what's inside
But I'm back on track with a mind clear as crystal
Never had the thought to pull a trigger on a pistol
Never had time to worry bout this old thought of mine
Telling me to give in to the system
Never had my back left when I missed him
Friend after family how could I dismiss him
Don't hear bad thing nobody ever gonna diss him
At the same time nobody gonna listen
Back in the day I just wanted some sympathy
But I hated it when they tried convincing me
It'll be ok but they would never see
What it did to me energetic to tired
I'm the epitome then I acted out of stupidity
I messed up big and made some enemies
Half of my gang now resenting me I always struggle but it's never ended me
Heavy tolls change identity
My minds now open like John f Kennedy
Went from innocence to smoke and profanity
The structure of rhymes I know the anatomy
I'm taking my time a break from academy
Two bands and I rap yeah I have the audacity
To pour out my soul in so many tonality's
To let you in my mind with hospitality
Full psychedelic wish I was outta my mind
Wish I could have fun when I was wasting my time
Wish I had no morals to forget regrets of mine
Wish my mind was on drugs but I'm refusing to slide
I'm refusing to slide
My families a history of addicts and
I refuse the easy way out
Not trying to be an inadequate
Not trying to be a thirty something year old bum
Stuck on his bum
Stuck in his moms basement
Living like what else could Ive done
I'm sorry my name is Unc P
I don't think we have met yet
But give me a couple more years
Let me a shed a couple more tears
From the lessons that God has set for me
I can tell you that I have no fear
No fear of the end while the end draws near
This beat got me reminiscing
Thinking how did I get into this thing
No family history of music
Or instinctive rhyming
No sign or inclination that I would be ever trying
To push record on this record and
Leaving behind this little letter
A lot of us always likes to blame ourselves
When things in our lives are not going too well
Trust me when I say it's not so easy to tell
When someone's out trying to take a drink from your well
I have no idea where this road's gonna take me
Whether the people that i meet will love or they'll hate me
All I know is love's the only thing contained in me
For its love that I want spread out this world creatively
But i know people right now are not gonna care
I gotta prove something first
Show my potential is there
Then I gotta prove that I'm real
With so many fakes in the air
Yea then it's Gods will that he will get us some ears that will hear
But of course we gotta prove we some got skills as a lyricist
Match our words to the kick and the snare like we got no assist
Yea see we gotta a jive going
While I'm quoting this
But forget it who cares
If we're the only ones out here loving this

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