Jae Paris - Self Conversations

Its always good to get some things off your chest
Only time I really get to have a conversation with yall
Bring the hi-hats and the bass in
Yeah my voice a lil messed up but
We still rolling
Yeah
Taking a peak into the archives
I realized there no gray areas if you say that you apart mines
Decisions made were seen in black and white, more apartheid
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean it's light steps on this dark climb
Niggas giving me props like I'm next to shine but won't give me the rock
Feel like Marshawn Lynch upon the goal line
I can't have a piece of mind without having my whole mind
R.i.p. my dawg Dorian bro it wasn't yo time
Back when you was posted on the nine you told me to slide
Real members gon make sure that yo name stay alive
It's big struggles for people to have positive vibes
So everyday I do it big feel like I'm ready to die
See when niggas see you eat they want a piece of the pie
Not knowing all the fight you had to do to survive
Last night I talked to God with some questions of mine
Like why I'm struggling, when I went and followed the wise
Why most people that's heavy sinning gloried and shined
And chosen angels get put through real devilish times
It's hard being the chosen one when niggas ain't been chosen yet
All the preparation, and seeking validation
Them sacrifices I paid ain't showing on credit statements
So this my last shot I'm going out like Christian Laettner
Never asked for a lot, but my blessings came tenfold
Niggas know I'm bout mines I stayed down ten toes
Ya back against the wall I seen the realest niggas bitch fold (Uh)
I bet that pressure hard to swallow like a lymph node
This one for you
For you
For you too

Written by:
Joseph Robinson

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