Cameron London - Opsail

How I'm supposed to live when I gotta fear for my life
Stay on the phone with my sisters when I’m at a red light
Do do do
I see the bullets hope they don’t make it through
Ain’t much changed still a kid trynna come with the truth
Slacked on the rapping
Realized I can’t do much from the booth
Skipped church started seeing there’s so much I could do
Now I’m contemplating things that I am obligated
Seeing visions of my future got me concentrating
On growing up, kids that’s been looking up to me
Trynna let em know to be all that they can be
Running from the ops cause they jealous of the moves
Outside looking take a walk in my shoes
Preying on me, pray for my family
Waiting on the violence that ain’t what it’s gonna be
Hate to see me winning things I’m not even trying for
Facing all my demons getting Messi I ain’t lying though
They think I’m stereotypical
Funny thing is they so hypocritical
Some think I’m preaching others think that I’m political
Truly I’m just sitting being over-analytical
I can see em watching from the shadows
Talking to themselves thinking how could I have those
Same way you could if you got out of my business
And found your own path then you’d really start living
This ain’t even funny it’s just sad really
Living life like a king but I’m mad friendly
Feeling like harry when he wifed Ginny
They said it’s plenty like me, I ain’t found any
This ain’t even funny it’s just sad really
Living life like a king but I’m mad friendly
Feeling like harry when he wifed Ginny
They said it’s plenty like me, I ain’t found any
I ain’t been down
With topsail in a while
Cause they hate to see me smiling when
I help a child
Or go diamond
They wanna see me die again
I ain’t been down
With topsail in a while
Cause they hate to see me smiling when
I help a child
Or go diamond
They wanna see me die again
I avoided taking shots when they were plotting on my sister
Held my tongue every game all winter
Count on one hand how many times she played
Even skipped days to go and get Chick-fil-A
Avoided calling names long as she was on the hardwood
Coach two-faced telling lies but it’s all good
Don’t plan to reciprocate the hate
Way too blessed to take food off his plate
I got some problems of my own
Clock in and out morals that I don’t condone
Cozz got a 45, I need one of my own
But not in top city, I would rather be alone
Growed up
So many times I showed up
They was talking bout how they would lock my bros up
Different strokes for different folks it rings true, stings too
Hearing bars clink like the drinks too
Hate to say I’m trapped in the city didn’t mean to
Now they hear my name when I’m rapping while they sing who
Definition of a sinner body is a rental
Splitting lips like I was a Jenner, never been a winner
Tattoos and grills, gold chains, and pills
Threw away facades for ways to pay bills
Speak it in so I will do all that they said I couldn’t
Standing up for the youth for people that say I shouldn’t
Your opinion is irrelevant
You work for their detriment
Devil in disguise
Me just another heaven sent
Doing what I can it’s all planned today
Every path I take is leading the right away
Your opinion is irrelevant
You work for their detriment
Devil in disguise
Me just another heaven sent
Doing what I can it’s all planned today
Every path I take is leading the right away

Written by:
Cameron London

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