Am I scratching the surface or the bottom of the barrel
Am I back with a purpose or just drama and apparel
Mama, I got terrible plans. But I've been dealt some terrible hands
Unrepairable by the spiritual man
So I author another page of my life, and you'll be
Vibing to it, call it classic masterpiece in half a week
But it's sad to me because some nights, making those tracks
Was the only way for me to catch some sleep
Because Lord knows I got too much on my mind
My truth is undefined, searching for peace in this ruinous design
In the booth and in the rhymes, you hear the crimes, you hear the proof
You hear the roots, you hear the skies, so to you, I give my time
I give my history. My past, present, my future's a mystery
But where I'm from, my current position's a victory
I should be in a casket under layers
Crazy hearing applause when I should be in Heaven hearing prayers
Go back to the times when I ate nothing for days
Because them suicidal thoughts was enough on my plate
Remember talking to God like, are you hearing what I said
Why your angels up in Heaven when there's demons around my bed
I rose from the bottom with no assistance, no permission
Just persistence, driven intuition, committed decisions
And a mission to live. No, I mean live to the fullest
Why not? I've already survived what most people couldn't
I'll be burning the oil you go to sleep with. Listen, it ain't no
Secret; you ain't willing to work, then that's your weakness
Believe this, I've seen the most wicked, I've seen the dreamers
I've seen the winners, losers, overachievers, non-believers
And right now, I'm proving to all of y'all that I'm different
Continue pushing this mission while everybody just wishing
Hoping, and praying for change, my hustle dime in a dozen
So if you ain't speaking real, then ain't no time for discussion
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Am I scratching the surface or the bottom of the barrel
Am I back with a purpose or just drama and apparel
Mama, I got terrible plans. But I've been dealt some terrible hands
Unrepairable by the spiritual man
So I author another page of my life, and you'll be
Vibing to it, call it classic masterpiece in half a week
But it's sad to me because some nights, making those tracks
Was the only way for me to catch some sleep
Because Lord knows I got too much on my mind
My truth is undefined, searching for peace in this ruinous design
In the booth and in the rhymes, you hear the crimes, you hear the proof
You hear the roots, you hear the skies, so to you, I give my time
I give my history. My past, present, my future's a mystery
But where I'm from, my current position's a victory
I should be in a casket under layers
Crazy hearing applause when I should be in Heaven hearing prayers
Go back to the times when I ate nothing for days
Because them suicidal thoughts was enough on my plate
Remember talking to God like, are you hearing what I said
Why your angels up in Heaven when there's demons around my bed
I rose from the bottom with no assistance, no permission
Just persistence, driven intuition, committed decisions
And a mission to live. No, I mean live to the fullest
Why not? I've already survived what most people couldn't
I'll be burning the oil you go to sleep with. Listen, it ain't no
Secret; you ain't willing to work, then that's your weakness
Believe this, I've seen the most wicked, I've seen the dreamers
I've seen the winners, losers, overachievers, non-believers
And right now, I'm proving to all of y'all that I'm different
Continue pushing this mission while everybody just wishing
Hoping, and praying for change, my hustle dime in a dozen
So if you ain't speaking real, then ain't no time for discussion
Am I back with a purpose or just drama and apparel
Mama, I got terrible plans. But I've been dealt some terrible hands
Unrepairable by the spiritual man
So I author another page of my life, and you'll be
Vibing to it, call it classic masterpiece in half a week
But it's sad to me because some nights, making those tracks
Was the only way for me to catch some sleep
Because Lord knows I got too much on my mind
My truth is undefined, searching for peace in this ruinous design
In the booth and in the rhymes, you hear the crimes, you hear the proof
You hear the roots, you hear the skies, so to you, I give my time
I give my history. My past, present, my future's a mystery
But where I'm from, my current position's a victory
I should be in a casket under layers
Crazy hearing applause when I should be in Heaven hearing prayers
Go back to the times when I ate nothing for days
Because them suicidal thoughts was enough on my plate
Remember talking to God like, are you hearing what I said
Why your angels up in Heaven when there's demons around my bed
I rose from the bottom with no assistance, no permission
Just persistence, driven intuition, committed decisions
And a mission to live. No, I mean live to the fullest
Why not? I've already survived what most people couldn't
I'll be burning the oil you go to sleep with. Listen, it ain't no
Secret; you ain't willing to work, then that's your weakness
Believe this, I've seen the most wicked, I've seen the dreamers
I've seen the winners, losers, overachievers, non-believers
And right now, I'm proving to all of y'all that I'm different
Continue pushing this mission while everybody just wishing
Hoping, and praying for change, my hustle dime in a dozen
So if you ain't speaking real, then ain't no time for discussion
Writer: Victor Zamora
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