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(talking) |
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Yeah, nobody's perfect uh |
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Who am I |
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Ain't no commrottery, envy and jealousy dividing me |
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And rose the killer exposed, the afterworld side of me |
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Those I probably, confided and lied inside of me |
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For years, constantly evaluated me improperly |
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I teach game, like people taught it to me |
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My personality might not be, what you thought it could be |
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See it's easy to walk with me, when it's sunny and warm |
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But how many people gon stay down, through the cold and the storm |
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Am I perfect, I'll be the first to tell you I ain't |
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Just because I try to kick knowledge, don't make me a saint |
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Now who am I, I'm not the man you think you know |
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I'm trying to get up out the quicksand, 'fore I sink too low |
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I'm educated by the streets man, I done took my class |
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Trying to maintain, but the rap game done whooped my ass |
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The only part of me you know, is what I show you |
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But internally family and friends, can't even fathom what I go through |
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Now who am I, only a man just like you |
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I wrestle with myself, to figure out what I must do |
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Fuck knocking on a do', I'm trying to bust right through |
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So don't put me on no pedestal, I'm just like you |
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Now who am I, only a man just like you |
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I'm still struggling, ain't no telling what I just might do |
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Fuck knocking on a do', I'm trying to bust right through |
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So don't put me on no pedestal, I'm just like you |
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They say it helps to open up, it makes the soul feel good |
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Soon as you do it, people spread your bidness all through the hood |
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Living without love made hatred, the main thang that I thought of |
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And I done did a lot of things in the past, that I ain't proud of |
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I don't give women the respect, they deserve |
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I never hit one with my hands, but I've abused em with words |
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Many days I would, write lyrics to raise my hood |
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But I'm certain that my bad side, outweighs my good |
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I'm getting so tired of thinking, till my mind won't run |
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I'm getting tired of people telling me, that my time gon come |
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Maybe I suffer, cause of temptation I never resisted |
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Maybe my time already came, and I ain't know it and missed it |
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It ain't wise to share your dreams, with everybody know why |
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Cause even close friends, will wish negative thoughts in the sky |
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And when I see a arrogant hoe, I squeeze his lid |
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I run with the thugs and the sinners, like Jesus did |
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Now who am I, only a man just like you |
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I wrestle with myself, to figure out what I must do |
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Fuck knocking on a do', I'm trying to bust right through |
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So don't put me on no pedestal, I'm just like you |
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Now who am I, only a man just like you |
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I'm still struggling, ain't no telling what I just might do |
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Fuck knocking on a do', I'm trying to bust right through |
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So don't put me on no pedestal, I'm just like you |
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God gives heaven to me, and other than he there never will be |
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One who can definitely say he knows who I am, better than me |
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Two things take place, when struggling starts |
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It either brings you closer together, or further apart |
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If I leave nothing behind, after the graveyard got me |
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Y'all gon mourn two or three weeks, then forget all about me |
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You out of sight you out of mind, once your heartbeat quit |
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And you can never be remembered, if you ain't did shit |
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Give you my last if I got it, ain't no greed in my bones |
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Last of my bloodline, I never had a seed of my own |
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I feel depression, cause it wasn't my intention to see |
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The next generation be born, with no extension of me |
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But hopefully, I can keep living on this earth through |
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The parts of my life that I write down, and give birth to |
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I ain't fraud but see, being right is hard to be |
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Excuse my evil side, just focus on the God in me |
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Now who am I, only a man just like you |
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I chase money, ain't no telling what I just might be |
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I get aggravated commit sins, and lust like you |
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So don't put me on no pedestal, I'm just like you |
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Now who am I, only a man just like you |
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I wrestle with myself, to figure out what I must do |
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Fuck knocking on a do', I'm trying to bust right through |
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So don't put me on no pedestal, I'm just like you |
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(talking) |
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Yeah homie, I'm working on myself |
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Just like you working on yourself man, you know |
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We gotta minister to eachother man, and try to pull eachother up |
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So uh when you see me, don't look at me as being no better than you are man |
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Cause it might be something that you can give me, that I don't have |
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So remember I'm just like you, yeah feel that |
