someone

Begging pleading that Jah will let the right people hear me

I obsess about becoming the best cause I can be

I’ve dedicated the rest of my life to this message,

I been next up forever,

The tightening grip of my vices,

lights hit me like nights in Miami

Life picking fights with me

Now I’m icing my hands

I’m now seeing how it helps not to hide from my feelings

I was beaten

Now I’m bleeding from my head to heels

Reciting a night prayer for my health and my healing

Tryna be a good man for myself and my family

Here seated at my wheel, still writing my Grammy

I don’t see too many men quite like me, I’m rare

And I don’t mean to offend but I don’t like people near me

I don’t need too many friends. I don’t like being friendly

Begging pleading that Jah will let the right people hear me

Even when the day was over,

I would follow the Sun

Even if I wasn’t no one,

I was a someone

So the other day I’m waiting for the train

And I’m staring at the tracks

Knowing I could ruin everybody’s day

if I decided to lay flat

I lent a smile to stranger for one second

and they gave it right back

Which reminds me

I’m doing better every day

My niggas vouch for that

I got missed calls from my cousin

He asking “where the fuck you at?

You’re doing laps around the world

Since when was you so hard to catch?”

My sister still ain’t hit me back

And everything time I talk to Marge, I feel attacked

“What the fuck you mean you’re out here getting paid to rap?

Get a real job

What the fuck you doing with your life?

When you bringing home a grandbaby I get to hold tight?”

Well little does she know, I almost had a fucking yute twice

Shit had to start going left before I started acting right

It was then and there I knew I had to pattern up

I had enough