Charismatic - Who I Am

This is who I am
I just never accepted it
This wasn't the plan
But I'm okay

Yo imagine waking up in the morning and seeing darkness
That'll make you want to go all in and be a carcass
But that just hearkens to all your problems, solve 'em
It's hard to respond when you are bombarded
With a heart, conscience, and you hard of noggin
Can't buy common sense, that's the hardest bargain
You're a walking target when you park your car
But at the honkytonk, you hear the organ talking
I'ma hold composure 'til they hold me down
If there's no exposure, then I won't be found
They be playing games, nigga those is clowns
I don't make it rain even if a hoe's around
Backyard, that's all, I'ma hose her down
Even when they blackball me I glow
They don't know how
They didn't produce, I focused and owned
I'm pro-Chris, I chose this, I know it's

Who I am
I just never accepted it
This wasn't the plan
But I'm okay
This is who I am
I just never accepted it
This wasn't the plan
But I'm okay

Yo I'm a rap-having, Snapchatting
Grew up with a dad absent
Charismatic, add magic
Should've went to band practice
'Stead I had them pads cracking
I was missing mad action
Coach ain't tell me I wasn't cleared 'til the last practice
That was Thanksgiving
And I was not thankful
And I don't hate hitting, I just never got to make moves
You don't believe in me, and honestly I want to hate you
But I ain't want to sound ungrateful
Let me tell you I'm a
Artistic, Song-written
Long winded, part nigga
Dark-tinted Clark Kent of bars
Living large
His heart and his arm in it
Imparted hard living
In part it's hard to pardon what's wrong with him
Involved in all the storms, I'm still calm nigga
Missed calls, I thought
But nah, I'm all alone 'cause
They didn't produce, I focused and owned it
I'm pro-Chris, I chose this, I know it's
Dawg I know it's
(Know it's, Know it's)

Who I am
I just never accepted it
This wasn't the plan
But I'm okay
This is who I am
I just always neglected it
This wasn't the plan
But I'm okay

How many times will I cry
It's crazy nigga, how many times did I try this
But I'm too far down the road to stop driving
If I get a band I plan to stop wildin'
Hands in my pants, my habit's my problem
Got into my car to do what I'm afraid to do
I know niggas that hate me and claim we cool
But fuck it, I'm going in like I'm made to do
I know ladies who can't relate to truth
And when they leave me on read, I be navy blue
When am I gon' find love
I was made for who
I don't want to die alone at 82
But I gotta find my road and write my poems
'Cause if I don't drop my songs, they might not know 'em
I be feeling hot and cold, and I might not show it
But every note that I wrote from my soul is a gold moment
I hope to behold an opponent and toe-to-toe him
On the ropes I'm holding my own
I'm so chosen
Boatloads of composers
With old notions and motives
Row those in my skull and hold homes on my shoulders
I'm supposed to be overloading
They hoping I don't be knowing
Flowing so like an ocean, I told you I'd show you floating
So impulsive I'm closer to going over my quota
The homies' chosen demotions, told me I'm going solar
Their shoulders have frozen over, this soldier is mostly solo
I want to show them progress, but only can hold a photo
And I ain't rolling no less than potent, I'm home alone though
So if I gotta go, nobody'd know, but still I go on
Like so long
If life is short, I want to prolong
I'm so warm like dough in the oven
Like Oh God
They didn't produce, I focused and owned it
I'm pro-Chris, I chose this, I know it

Written by:
Christopher Graves

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