Walking with my head high I can see that danger surround me My girl tell me that I’m not the same way that she found me Was in a bubble Now I’m nothing short of trouble and I say it proudly Cause yall devoutly on that egotistical hypocritical type of wave Always looking for an issue cause the trauma been engraved in your rotten core Common sense is not common And to anybody wishing I’m forgotten, what you watching for? We’re passively consuming with intention on being rewarded Artists selling struggle while they’re secretly being supported I can see my view of truth increasingly seeming distorted Due to the freedom afforded by doing things how I see fit Man, I’ve been through the ringer I dont need shit And If you bring a problem you can leave it door If you’re not living true, you’re not living anymore I been yelling at the void with an anger that disrupts my peace I’ve searched and destroyed to conduct my breach upon the subconscious At the point that I don’t care if anyone watches Merely an expression of self Within these drum pockets In the struggle for wealth We follow false prophets And lose our essence of helping people we once promised We would give our effort and love to With wrong move suddenly I dont trust you Reimagined a proper life now I’m working to keep it It’s more the people that we are when when we’re moving in secret That defines how we feel inside, am I being indecent? Is the focus true to intention, has everything recent made it hard to bare what I feel on the frequent? In need of peace of mind, Always trying to reach it Deciding where to go and how to travel Making sure the whole thing don’t unravel We make mistakes but we learn from em We see escape when we burn something But we earn nothing when we hurt ourselves in the process Salivate for power like its gonna change my day to day Without a deeper understanding ima stay this way What is dismay? How does it work? Why do I need to acquire to feel worth? It’s the dream that’s been instilled Since a problematic youth My father had a habit more than casual abuse When it came drowning sorrows in a mountain Mixed with juice Where my mother saw tomorrow as another new excuse I studied her habits and saw the way she worked relentlessly And how she tried her best to stay together mentally And how she made sure that we were fundamentally There to grow pure - it wasn’t accidentally I owe it all to mom Whenever things are weighing on me She’s the reason I’m calm