Intro
I’ma hold the mic while I do it
Spending countless hours listening to this sound I found uplifting
Trying to keep myself from walking down that path that only cowards mention
There’s been so many nights where throwing in that white towel is tempting
Now my frown is flipping, ‘cause I know that He’s looking down and grinning
I feel His warmth every time I stare into one of them starlit skies
But every now and then I swear no one’s got a life as dark as mine
I bottle it all inside ‘til I can express it all through these flawless rhymes
I gave a woman the key to my heart. That’s why I’ve been locked out all this time
Regardless I refuse to quit. Surrender ain’t on my To Do list
I’m used to going through hell. That’s how I continue to give y’all new music
They say it lacks personality. I tried giving my view through scripts
So you can see my true blueprints. Feels like I’ve been cursed by voodoo since
But I’m still straight. God knows best. I follow his lead so I’ve got no stress
And it’s worked so far. I’m so blessed. Keep giving Him praise ‘til my soul rests
And if I have any say in the matter, I’ve got a little while to be stuck on this planet
But tomorrow’s never promised, so I won’t take nothing for granted
Chorus (Haiku/Christina J)
Ku: Can’t help this feeling that I stick out like a sore thumb
Soon as I solve the last problem then two more come
+CJ: I’m on a psychopath. Can’t contain these idle hands
And they say that’s where evil’s born from. I’ll probably die of boredom
Ku: Reach in my wallet, it feels like it’s always short funds
Soon as I think it can’t get worse the thunderstorm comes
+CJ: I’m on a psychopath. Can’t contain these idle hands
And they say that’s where evil’s born from. I stick out like a sore thumb
(Yea) I finally found a song for me. That other s*** sounded wrong
A lot of these rappers are doing and saying some things that used to be frowned upon
I stare at the stars, clinching my fist and attempt to remember the minute it switched
We give them an inch and the instant it fits, they be flipping the script with a flick of the wrist
And I’m sick of this s***, and I don’t think none of these meds healing my dead feeling
I’m thinking ‘bout putting this lead against my head and painting a red ceiling
I’ve gotta escape from these cornballs. The Devil keeps ringing my doorbell while the Lord calls
I’m stuck in the same ménage à trois, four walls
Don’t recognize none of these foreign halls. The whole world’s gone weird
Feeling like I don’t belong here. Wrong place, wrong year
But f*** it. Ain’t scared of you snakes, because the rake’s right next to the John Deere
Instead of impatiently chasing a win, I’m embracing the end as it draws near
Now I’m refusing to bow to these so-called kings the rest of you pawns fear
Continue to grind and deliver them lines that enter your heart like a long spear
When broads hear the songs they be making that face like they tasted a strong beer
And if you don’t feel what I’m saying, you must not be listening to the song clear