Jeremaki - Low

'S hard to admit when you're at your lowest of lows
Ego stitched my lips, when I say it nobody knows
If I display it I'll be opposed
'Cause no one likes a nigga when at his lowest of lows

'S hard to admit that old friends are foes
Waiting on a text since I left, DMs closed
Got away from the media and it shows
That no one likes a nigga when at his lowest of lows

Niggas won't show up until a placement
Won't notice scoliosis from Hunching over in basements
Dick eating with public 'cause you don't know where your place is
Goin say you love the message but don't read the artist statement

Now I gotta bring out the gate fence
Y'all love when niggas lacking I gotta be on my defense
Money and followers hide the face dents
When trynna gauge a nigga who flexing money the state lent

No one's limping like niggas that's on a lower level
Miseducated on politics vote when public settles
Miseducated so higher powers can hold they medals
And have us feining to kill a nigga for Golden Metal

Down here everybody heated niggas like molten metal
Life of poverty kills a nigga with stones and pebbles
Life depicted of savages so I gotta heckle
But I ain't vote or do taxes and they think I'm the devil

Speaking of Lucy me and it converse
This nigga giving me offerings like I'm in the church
You'll follow Jesus, succumb to his fate, or maybe worse
Which means my day one's 'll kill me. thinking bout that shit hurts

Always felt that my family had some kind of a curse
Had my mom-mom, aunt Mimi, and uncles leave this earth
Father left me with nothing, no one was at my birth

I'm a green M&M in a sea of blue
Where I come from ain't a scenic view
Streets torn apart cuz the feinds came through
I'd paint a picture but it'd lack a greenish hue

I got a cleanish bed but it needs some glue
This just life for me, that's just how I do
The culture public rejects I rejected too
And discarded half of myself for accepted views

'S hard to admit when your at your lowest of lows
Selling blacks and loose Marlborough's, in the back of apartment homes
'Cause you trapped in these dark boroughs and they clapping with hearts of stone,
So you strap and discard your phone, a reminder you are alone

'S hard to commit with true passion when your alone
Scraping lyrics on some kleenex with doubt and hate in ya dome
For niggas to pass you by, you give out and take that shit home
And when nobody calls, you shout or breaking the phone

Burner in hand, the chopper waits to be blown
The devil Feins for my life I decide I'm taking my own
My teachers said it'd be better just try to wait till I'm grown
This life holds nothing for me, My God's waiting at home

And I'm waiting to go
I haven't been a saint but no devil's tainted my soul
Though my faith has fainted its glow
I'll repent for all my sins until I have paid them in full

Days like this, I just need to flow
Bad asthma prevents me from a relieving blow
A hard life's a ticket to heaven, Jesus knows
In the meantime I'll deal with this shit to undergo

Head going through pacer tests I need it slow
Stay worried bout these rags cuz rich I'll never know
Wish I had guidance or just one bro
But no one likes a nigga when at his lowest of low

Written by:
Jeremiah Grier

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