Lyrics:
this way?
I don't really buy into the self-esteem scene
But don't worry too much about me
I wanted this line to have a poetic aesthetic
And it might be
your brother
Leave you this message when you get home
Cus I'm steady trying my luck but it won't be for long
I'm singing songs just to get through these
When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
To see a marching band
He said, "Son, when you grow up
Would you be the savior of the broken
tell me please, why the desperate need to be remembered?
Everybody knowing what you've done, how far you've come
I'm guilty, it's a little
coachin' us on
Yo, it's kill or be killed
Understand, real'll be real
A forty-shot spectrum make your whole embassy kneel
Identity sealed, protected by
coachin' us on
Yo, it's kill or be killed
Understand, real'll be real
A forty-shot spectrum make your whole embassy kneel
Identity sealed, protected by
gave you what you wanted
It was never enough
And now I'm giving it up
Yeah, I'm giving it up
Yeah
Looking up at the moonlight
How did live in our past
no way that imma lose
I can't be Faking for nobody
I gotta live, live by my truth
To retire my mom she getting older
I'm on the front lines she raised
wouldn't be murdering, (your own people like)
Oh ya see, it's a trap, (it's a trap, that's what it's called by the way)
It's a trap
It's a trap night
I'll be back
Right where your at
Money on by
I'll roll high and sell your land
Seeing two wolves
Pickin' which we feeding last
I've been petty and pride
nothing
You could live your life like you stole it
Promise we'll be golden
Hit me on the way home
You could use a payphone
Everything I do is just to
Make
and crouch down by the window and sit in all the pain you left me in
Maybe if I sit here for awhile
I could imagine
What it like to have a dad
All I wanted
and sisters
I ain't weak but it feels like, last week I had to bury my brotha
Can't you see? When you bleed
Mama be scared cause she can't lose another, no
platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I'm just pimpin' like I'm supposed
I guess it's called livin', shit, I suppose
I'm on my live alone,
to me as if you might be livin' it well
New York to Cali, be in and out of town, body by Bally's
I like the way you flex, I wonder 'bout the sex
What
told her that I wanted a
phenomenal wealth and fame and in the cards she saw a fallen hero and
looked at me and said "Be careful what you wish for - it
a good long while
And would you kindly tell me, mister
How in the name of the Father and the Son
Did I come to be your sister?
Take it easy take it light
I'm just bein' real, you know
I'm like the sun, I'm tryin' to shine on everybody
You know what I'm sayin'
But it's like situation after situation,
in his Civic
You're pissed that I'm saying "goodbye"
Realize we got worse by the day
Admit that you'd rather I die
Than live to see me drive away.
I
with the same amount of luck
To become a world leader or be killed by a truck
You might think this feeling means your heart's been stolen
But it's just
like it doesn’t even matter
Used to have a whole wave of things that used to be a bother
Then I set it all a drift like a message in a bottle…
I’m still
Guess I left it at the impound
If I get to drive it off the lot it's got to be on my own grounds
I'll have reconciliation with myself by sundown
Mirror
live as a Lion, pray not be a Liar
Turned my life up speak volumes for the Messiah
Gotta Pass it on as I walk the same path
Of those before me who had
to be by your side but I just can't do it
I'm so messed up as a person, this heavy life of a narcissist
I refuse to believe it, to become it, to learn
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