RealasChris - Battle With Myself

I'm trying to talk me off the ledge but it's hard
I pray to God (Pray to God)
Wished for this life
Now second guessing getting involved (Kinda)
They see the moves I'm making and thinking that I be caking
But I struggle 'til I make it, you fakers must be mistaken (Maybe)
Barely scraping and all they saying is keep going (That's all?)
But when I break and run out of gas, then who's towing? (Who)
A mistake to assume I'm fast and you slowing
Cause at the wake when you hear I passed, then who's showing (Who's coming)
My stronger side is like stop bitching
You ready to get out? Real niggas thrive in the hot kitchen (They do)
In worse circumstances, with less chances
And keep advancing (Uh huh)
And now you all hurt cause you feel like you ain't got the answers (Man up)
But shit life ain't fair, so suck it up
You got a chance to really be that nigga, don't fuck it up (Don't fuck it up)
Most niggas that come from where you come from don't amount to nothing
And you still putting work in so that's gotta account for something
You got a point but I'm still stressed (Still)
They say I'm real blessed, honestly I want real rest
Even if in peace, then at least I would feel less deceased (Maybe)
If I cease to compete with a still death
I'm not suicidal but a liar if I said I ain't wonder (A little)
The devil try you, like a rival who working to bring you under (He working hard)
I try not to become a statistic
As I'm smiling through the pain like I'm sadistic
How can I fix it
Look, I replied, we all dealing with this shit
Everybody battle demons, this ain't only some Chris shit (It's not)
No need to bare knuckle by yourself, with the hand you was dealt
A grown man, hat in hand not too prideful to ask for help (So ask for help)
He gon' do whatever is necessary to thrive
At some point your instinct gonna kick in to help you survive
And it's not only 'bout staying alive (It ain't)
Gotta release the inner beast to feast
Then you'll come out on the other side
Look you can preach motivational speech
And try to reach, try to save, if I am by the bell
I feel like Screech (I can't win)
Always the underdog in this Cold War (Yup)
They see the brochure
And clueless bout what go on behind the closed doors (Always)
And I know you know that it's code for
Skeletons in my closet, bet you stay away like a cold sore (Watch)
Feeling trapped, only thing missing is the parole board
And the niggas that did me dirty the ones I rode for (Damn)
Look, then they the opps, don't give them another thought (Don't)
Don't get caught, out here fighting these battles that can't be fought (So just stop)
Filling the wound with salt while you hold it in like vault
Then outlined in chalk, all cause you trying to not be soft (So let it go)
Don't think that it's just talk
For miles in these shoes, I walked (I walked)
And I stalked a better life and swooped down on it like a hawk (I did)
Never said it was easy, make sure your soul can't be bought
If you take my advice, watch your problems come to a halt

Written by:
Christopher Taylor

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