Bad Influence Video (MV)

Kylah Symone on this microphone, man
Y'all know what it is
In the booth spittin' nothin' but the truth, you hear me
Listen, one take for real

Ayy, I'd rather be a idol than a bad influence
I'd rather help you change the life I almost helped you ruin
I'd rather see you out here sellin' them drugs you be doin
I'd rather see you out here chasin' that dream you pursuin

I'd rather see you be a dad before you be a thug
I'd rather see you happy and glad doin' what you love
I'd rather call you my friend before I call you my op
I'd rather see you go to jail than see your casket drop

Yeah, every day is a struggle and mental health is real
Post-traumatic stress disorder, I need some time to heal
For all them days we had to steal what we couldn't afford
For all them days I had to sleep in my Honda Accord

Work hard, play harder
Just to hear mama say how much she's proud of her daughter
Thirty years old, but I feel like a kid
Throwin' temper tantrums for gettin' caught doin' what I did

But now of days, I gotta hold myself accountable
Or they gone' start lookin' at me like I'm an animal
Or they gone' start lookin' at me like I'm a stranger
Or they gone' start lookin' at me like all they see is danger

You gotta put in the work before you see the results
We ain't gettin' any younger, my n****, we all adults
The way we treated got us actin' out of character
It's hard for an African American in America

I'm just hopin' God forgive me for my sins
Before it all ends, I'm out here makin' amends
I'm tryna figure out if we enemies or we friends
I'm out here treatin' both of my brothers like they was twins

I'm out here takin' losses and countin' all of my wins
From the bottom to the top where the story never begins
I'm out here takin' losses and countin' all of my wins
From the bottom to the top where the story never begins

Yeah, my life was hard, but when I gave it to Jesus
It's like he gave me a puzzle and put together the pieces
Whenever he show me love, my happiness increases
When it come to the pain, that's the only thing it releases

Cause bein' black is a job harder than the polices
Black people became the reason our population decreases
And trauma passed down to mama, her auntie, uncles, and nieces
Taught them what the true meaning of really bein' at peace is

We all goin' through somethin
We all smile through it like we ain't goin' through nothin
Trust me, I know the feelin' of trappin' and drug dealin
For money you had to make when nobody else was willin

You stuck it out when they couldn't
You forgave your father for shit that you probably shouldn't
And even though it was hard, or left you mentally scarred
Somehow you forgave yourself when everybody else wouldn't

And that's why I'd rather be a idol than a bad influence
I'd rather help you change the life I almost helped you ruin
I'd rather see you out here sellin' them drugs you be doin
I'd rather see you out here chasin' that dream you pursuin

I'd rather see you be a dad before you be a thug
I'd rather see you happy and glad doin' what you love
I'd rather call you my friend before I call you my opp
I'd rather see you go to jail than see your casket drop