Dying to live

dying to live for my fuckin self, and the fam still on my back, like go on boy, give em hell

love is wealth, i was living to die but i couldn’t tell, what’s the difference between making a change and making a sale

tip the scales, in they favor i’m praying for something bigger, while they’re plotting my demise, in my eyes, you could see a picture

of a dreamer, self belief in the vision that shit is critical, searching for the positives tired of being cynical, its spiritual,stuck in your feelings the feelings mutual

cuz i’ve been in a rut finding solace inside these lyricals, nothing was the same since i started but I’m still in it though, depressions still a problem for me its so hard to let shit go, but thats the price of admission

you give your heart and soul to this shit and regardless people still wouldn’t listen

so what the mission?

it seems like now it’s all division

i’m trynna add a different take to the vision

but they still got it twisted

i’m still missing reminiscing on those nights i lost sleep

trying to contemplate my place inside a world full of sheep

while trying to master making moves knowing the climb is too steep

keeping my head above the water when the waters too deep fuck it

in due time ima seek, all the shit that wasn’t handed to me, and stand on my feet, above the influence, my influence isn’t cheap, before i go i hope i manage to keep, the same ones who had my back when i was down, thought i’d never recover,

living abundant for all the times i was under, the weather, whether or not you’re with me, it’s fifty fifty, chance is ill make it, and if i don’t i’ll find someone else to take it

(like here its up to you now ..)