J Marshall - Thoroughbred Freestyle/Blessed with a Burden

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Oooohhh

I just tell the truth

I'm from where having ass at 13 shit be normal here
Collard greens and corn bread
Not talking Miami when I say the bitch a thoroughbred

Pray for peace on Sunday
Just see what numbers doing here
If you respect the hustle, shit
You might just get along here

But watch where you lay your head
They'll strip you down and make you turn tail
Oh well, serving more dimes than Kobe dishing to O'Neil
Fumbling a sack these niggas reach farther than Odell

I'm speaking my truth fore' I ever touched a booth
I came to the conclusion on this mic shit I belong here
Catch me in the field a face that everybody know
Tread lightly demeanor spiking everybody toe

Only time I ran if I did it on the track
Had to put on a track for if you think it's fitted cap
I seen visions everybody around me winning
200-meter dash I acclimated to distance

Confession I would love to get violent
In public just watching for red flags and sirens
Tino at the door tryna fight and
I hid behind my mama cause I want bout that life

Heart sunk my gut still couldn't recognize the signs
Adrenaline was pumping like I'm filling 95
4th grade it's coming soon a day gotta provide
That day I decided ma won't ever fight my fight

I'm in these mufuckin' streets nigga
In a mufuckin' fleece nigga
Told Knock to give me a beat
I gotta eat nigga

I ain't said a word these facts
You can see nigga
Destined for this shit
The Lord told me who I'm gone be (figures)

If you feel off then get ya popcorn and a seat so you can see

I don't wanna know
I just tell the truth
What you gonna do?
I don't wanna know

I don't do competition
Serving bars like I stay in the kitchen
I got mass appeal
That's why everybody listen

Proof is in the pudding you can the dishes
Neo southern sound like granny put her foot in
Better watch your hands them wooden spoons for more than whippin'
Respect who came before me how I gather mass attention

I wanted the peace
My mama want me out the streets
I gotta take care of my seed
I got another mouth to feed look

Made decisions change my whole trajectory
Work for this my whole life now you get to peek
The media illusion that I'm kicking up my feet
Reality I step like I won't see into next week

What you expect from me?
Never knew my daddy
At birth mama abandoned me
Laying with a man with a ring like he got plans to keep

Statistically should be in a hole, but I got plans for me
Billboards and GQ public demonstration
Who would've thought this kid from the burbs would touch a nation
Designed from the beginning disfavoring pigmentation

Better hope to go to the league, but I ain't into that
I rather establish a league bring the city out
Something we can cling at and be hopeful
Don't gotta hold a mic or a ball live how you supposed to

Thats a fact!

Misconception failing don't make you a failure
Take a L I wear it on my shoulder like regalia
Never met a soul who didn't channel inner hell
I seen plenty demons coat like "everything swell"

Steaming up the backseat I'm clearing the air(uh)

Ayy look whatever you going through whatever you experiencing just know
There is light at the end of this tunnel

If you woke up today... you winning
(That's a fact)

Don't ever forget that
Never let nobody put it in your mind because you suffering from right now
Because you going through something that your life means any less than it did yesterday

(Yes sir!)
Your life has value
(Yes sir!)
And it's going to have value tomorrow

So as long as you in the land of the living...

Pick your head up

Written by:
Justin Locke

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