Aesop (Outro) Video (MV)

Who's to say what right or wrong in this lifetime
Ain't got no answers for that money, need a lifeline
Look in myself and hope that knowledge what I might find
Look up to god and pray for courage through some tough times
The pen saved me from the pen, it gave my life a purpose
For years I lived under the notion that my life was worthless
No I won't in no trap or on no block in colors
I was feeling trapped and blocked out cuz my skin a certain color
Want my parents just to know I'm sorry
I'll never end up being Reverend Cee
Or Doctor Cee
Or chase after a law degree
That path just wasn't meant for me
Sometimes I wish it was
To be content with corporate life, sometimes I wish I could
I know you proud of me, but you worry
I understand I'm just as scared of uncertainty
Scared that my choices hurtin me
That I take too many risks
That I'm too optimistic
Too outspoken

I just tell these stories hoping one day somebody'll listen
And if you listening, want you to know your story important
From firemen to preachers, to teachers, to politicians
To my niggas flipping burgers at Wendy's inside a kitchen
I just tell these stories hoping one day somebody'll get it
That all of us the same, despite us being so different
From lawyers to them people in unions hoping for pension
To single mothers pinching them pennies to raise the children

I think of life as rock paper scissors
That fist ain't beating no money
That paper gon always split
We always gon pick a fight
Instead of siding with peace
And after somebody shoot
Somebody gon see defeat
I know that life is a gamble
I hope I'm playing correct
I know that karma is real
I keep my actions in check
I been discouraged before
Can't let it happen again
I'm knowing that if I quit
I'm never gon get to win
I do this for nights that I was in that truck
And contemplated giving up
Looking deep into the sky and
Wishing for some better luck
How to make my visions real and how to
Get my cheddar up
Fighting with myself 'bout rather I had
Really done enough
There's a pain inside my passion
Plenty pressure in my past
Wanted profit in my pocket
Practice patience in my path
I take the good with the bad
I pray that you do the same
I hope you knowing yourself
And all that you got to gain

I just tell these stories hoping one day somebody'll listen
And if you listening, want you to know your story important
From rappers, ballplayers and actors making them millions
To them shawties stripping nightly to pay off all that tuition
I just tell these stories hoping one day somebody'll get it
That all of us the same, despite us being so different
From models on the gram who comments is full of simpin
To niggas locked down, for decades inside a prison

Uhhhhhhhhh
Ha!
Yo! Hey bruh, you make it home yet
Yeah bruh, I just got here
Aight. Don't forget my Bojangles'
Nigga!
I'm just making sure you remember
I got you bruh, I got you
Aight. You know you forget sometimes, nigga
Bring my shit
Aight bruh, I got you
Aight one
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