Lyrics:
who I am
Look into His mirror that has not been made by hands
I see myself in the word, I see myself in the word
I look in His mirror daily, see what
of the year Tell me who fake, I did Not know, now I see
It clear I'm not self-made, you think that you perfect
Go look in the mirror You were my brother, look
her
Jump up in that foreign
M4 coupe, 2 seater
(Yeah, Yeah)
So much on my mind
Pent up anger cannot hide
Ever since i made you mine
You steady by my
you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I
Till Jesus Christ came in His life and took him out the GANG
GANG, GANG, GANG
Yeah
There was a young boy who grew up in the east
Caught up in
finally got my mind straight
Traded in the Prozac for a dime bag, and a mixtape
By the end of 10th grade, Poppi had finally up and left
I stepped out of her
Campfires and neon stars lame tattoos made it this far oh dear who knew
These fancy dreams would guide you
Through the fog through the flames old guitar
that he who has been successful
Should look out of for his fellow man, his brother
I feel that's my role, that's my job
I know when I was a kid
You
who ain't TRU laugh at old shoot
About face, salute!
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I talk
Tell I'ma soldier, by the way I march (Right, left, left)
pushing me away
I just made you come, can I make you stay?
Can you say it to my face this time?
I just wanna hear the truth this time
Who you think
Way out west in Cali, where my parents made me
We came out east in search of a small town breeze
I found positivity and the power of 3
Way out west
goodness you showed me how
To love myself and fear no lie
To see through the eyes of the one
Who made me alive, alive
You made me alive
You love me with
Aire aye aye aire
Who lalala aye ah ah ah eh
Last to the last gas off and i blast
Molleys and molecules bass off the Cast
Little by little we heard
made them little costumes
I made a fire department made of little squirrels in fireman costumes
A police force of possums, and
A flock of seagulls
stranger
Very high danger all around me
But hard condition never had me wishing
That I could I change up my made decisions
Sometimes I think about a world
Leading by the blind take or leave it ain't an option
I wanna make sense (On the pavement)
Of made up statements (Running, racing)
And left out phrases (Leg
like this he a bozo
Im gon have the cash by the boat load
When you leave it up to me we ain't never broke
God made no mistake ya
God made no mistake no
the umbrella
At my parade
The Disneyland
To the kid who's 8
You made my life so damn meaningful
Black and white with a moral gray
Area, where he paces all day
My name is Justinian Von Maximus David Dunaway-Perez.
I could of,
Made the decision to run away instead.
I put up,
With all of the misplaced hatred
dying.
Full of your naivety
(Only eighteen years old!)
You realized what Man is made of,
cnd the Ideology, made by himself
Is a monster able to devour you
turned my promise into a lie
She's erasing you
By the minute
Don't know why I was so stuck on you
When you made me feel
I wasn't worth your time
Was in
made it work?
That shit was, I got harder two way alerts
You get toe-up and re-torn, by the walkin' bomb
That I blow up and re-form, grow up then
folk do, we do not?
I have been informed by those who know them well
They find relief in quite a clever way
When they're sorely pressed, they whistle
I'm doing this one for the struggle
And every bad doin' brotha
Sista, daddy and mother
Who livin' in the gutter
You want
Better cars
And a better
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