Dirty Dell - Who Is This? Lyrics

I took the backseat to the lesser
Now I want the pressure
A king at heart, a knight's demeanor, but came off the jester
Creative high is sweet as honey rolling off the nectar
Fruits of my labor won't let it fester
Knowledge acquired by tiresome tribulations don't need professors
I'm wise enough for you to keep your lectures
Shit I forgot that I was lost like change sliding beneath the dresser
The struggle's vivid you can see the textures
I'm slowly losing it
Looking in the mirror like... "who is this"
Once a niggas out of usefulness
Then hang my accolades up on the crucifix
I'm through with this
I'm slowly losing it
Looking in the mirror like... "who is this"
Once a niggas out of usefulness
Then hang my accolades up on the crucifix
I'm through with this
I give myself migraines
Thinking how times changed
Comforting my peers, but who's
Acknowledging my pain
Mentally exhausted I'm supposed to be in my prime age
Assuming this is the struggle before my prime phase
But in hindsight
You have to dim the brightness to appreciate the limelight
No jumping in it's my fight
Had some wrong doings in order to get my mind right
Indulge in pain like it was wine night
I'm slowly losing it
Looking in the mirror like... "who is this"
Once a niggas out of usefulness
Then hang my accolades up on the crucifix
I'm through with this
I'm slowly losing it
Looking in the mirror like... "who is this"
Once a niggas out of usefulness
Then hang my accolades up on the crucifix
I'm through with this