Lyrics: Chauncey Graham
Music: Chauncey Graham
I ain’t finna let s*** burn hell nah
See Ima get straight to the point
Black and the white
Homeboy in the joint
Got a heeart full of plight
No relief or rejoice
I compete with defeat I ignore
Hit the stage, leave the pain at the door
Sure, I could only imagine
My pride wouldn’t that s*** happen
F*** is relaxing, body keep score
N**** say a lot when the process a bore
N**** don’t provide nor assist nor support
Then hit a n**** line cause they feel im secure
Oh boy, ima fill ya in why not?
N**** want the end but ain’t been through plots
Graves and the pain I done painted across
A verse like a canvas I’ve taken it far
Made me a notion, strained and eroded
To pathe me a open to speak on my own s***
Survive to survive, 20 years old lost track of my lives
20 years sown to the thought I was fine just to wake up crying, I admit I’m surprised
That I’m here in the flesh, mother**** I’m in awe I’m alive
Cause the bullet hit Cap and Khalil my n****
Some days I ain’t sure how to feel my n****
Lil folks did me wrong but he still my n****
And my heart don’t falter or heal my n****
In fact I left part in the field, I figured
Tween hoes and the bros shit surreal my n****
Cause a thug gotta muster up the will my n****
And this life that I live is not a drill my n****
I’m tossing and turning, exhausted and learning
Impulsive and wanting to change how I’m molded
Mostly devoted to making it make sense
But these days its some more s***
The oldest, baring the weight of a torch I was born with
Coming to peace with commotion
Bleeding my woes onto your b****
Cause the player in me couldn’t manage to store it
Ohhh
How the body keeps the score
But that’s the speed that I’m on
No reason to hide, no people to phone
When the feds kick the door
No peace in my home
I’m at ease with the cold
Feel complete when at war
And don’t speak on my scars
Cause it’s all that I know
In fact if it ain’t I would change what I say but I can’t either way you wont leave me alone
Fact of the matter I been up as a batter
Swing or get swung and I’m stuck on the ladder
What’s to become of the child with a manner
So locked in a frame I can’t tell if it matter
These days I been in a f*** you mood
Dog ain’t did shit but it’s f*** you too
If you seen what I saw, what the f*** you do?
Hide from the world keep it tucked, don’t move
This is the weight that I must undo
Must re-move, bum rush through
Thoughts of a man with a bent ego
I won’t dare shame yall when I’m f**** up too
Can’t breathe yet I still try
Cause that’s what a man with a purpose do
Surface through even when the outside hurts us too
Even when a bullet gotta murk us too and the life we live give hearses true
I’m yelling at a mirror with a glass too cracked to make out a smile but it’s worth this view
Worth tryna piece what I’ve dealt since crumb
Worth fighting back when my worse get done
Worth tryna act like my words mean some
Worth the reaction of world I’m from can’t you tell I’m numb
I’m cobra’s son