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[Verse 1: Logic] |
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Yeah, this is my vision |
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Written without second thought or revision |
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The type of ************t that affect you like an oncoming collision |
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That just make you freeze, drop to your knees and beg em; |
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Please lord forgive me for gripping a semi now |
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When searching for God all I ever do is stare up |
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While Satan sending me women wearing nothing but they hair up |
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Got the condom on the dresser, I can't wait to undress her |
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Would you think lesser of me if I did it? |
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Cause I get lonely, I'm human, and boy it's been a minute |
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Fresh out the states, surrounded by women that wanna hit it |
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But should I take the ************ just cause I could get it? |
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Or do I want something that's more committed? |
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God damn, it's hard to admit it |
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As you focus on the little things, the bigger ones will get you |
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So I minimize the negatives to see the bigger picture |
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I get richer while you ******s hate, |
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So keep it up and watch a young brother elevate |
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I'm black and white but racism I still cannot evade |
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I never understood the concept, even to this day |
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You know we're all the same in the eyes of a blade |
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Because when men share blood it's to the same shade |
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[Hook: Logic] |
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That's why I'm just a man homie |
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Flesh and blood, I'm just a man |
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But I don't think they understand homie |
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I ain't perfect, I'm just a man |
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Y'all think I'm more than just a man |
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[Verse 2: Logic] |
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I contemplate on the daily if I'll survive and strive |
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To be the greatest lyricist dead or alive |
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I gotta prevail |
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That's my word like excel |
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Went from a small town in West Deer Park to XXL |
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Now we shopping at Louis V, back in the day it was Ross |
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They calling me the savior, hope they don't give me the cross |
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Now that's the realest ************t you ever heard |
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Never in the streets but I was closer than the curb |
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Do you feel me? |
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Whole world wanna kill me |
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Signed a deal but I'm still me |
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In five years will I still be? |
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Ever since I was a youngin this is all I've ever wanted |
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Always kept it real while they perpetrated and fronted |
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I was in the studio while they was gettin' blunted |
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Always have my doubts but deep down I knew I'd run it |
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Sportin' Armani like menage a trois that's double breasted |
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A lot of time I've invested and never once have I rested |
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Feeling nervous like when you getting tested |
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The game is over saturated, completely infested |
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The greatest story ever told, realest song ever written |
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To hell with a Plan B, mother****** I ain't kiddin |
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I''m just trying to get this money, I'm just trying to get paid |
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That's the type of mentality put careers in the grave |
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******* how much you made |
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What's it worth if your memory fades? |
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Now I ain't perfect, on occasion I'm strayed |
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It's been forever since I prayed |
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And I guess today is the day, |
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So I step in the booth and treat that ************t like a confession |
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Thinking back as I reminisce, |
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Wondering; does God even exist? |
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A man of faith but mentally I feel at risk |
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What you want from me, where am I supposed to go? |
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Seems like you never talk, tell me how I'm supposed to know? |
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I'm just a man, I ain't perfect |
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Is this life even worth it? |
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It's time to dig up the past so ******* it let's unearth it |
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Like my childhood, living free like a child should |
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Remember the time I opened the bedroom door crack? |
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And saw my daddy smoking more crack? |
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No food in my house, we just couldn't afford that |
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Momma drinking, sleeping until five |
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But she always seemed to get up whenever men arrived |
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Feeling alone at like eleven |
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Segregated from the other kids like it was 1957 |
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I've loved, I've hated, I've cried, I've died inside |
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I've resurrected but don't neglect that I've modified |
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I'm stronger, faster, better than ever before |
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And everything I've been through can honestly assure |
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I'm no less, no more, |
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[Hook: Logic] |