Ruggo - It's On Again

And this the story of Daniel in the den
We value a mellow man
Facing off with fear
Composure my greatest friend
Bees gon' sting, but a bear don't extend
No need for a swat when my strength times ten
What you going to do when a cycle's all you know
When you gon' see that a fight is not control
Don't mistake my patience for submission
That's a no
I don't back down
I stick where I stand, word to my mom
(Oh)
Got to keep it level headed
If I read it I'ma spread it
Jean-Paul Sartre, and Coelho on my hip
Fully loaded up mag, that's a wise ass clip
Eyes on my stunt bitch, watch how I flip
Every time they throw a barrel, Ruggo never even flinch
Y'all don't understand bitch I put up with a lot
And every time they come back, what I say?
Oh it's on
It's on again
It's on again
Woah-oh
And I can't stop it's on again
It's on again
Woah-oh
Staying on my toes for the shit that I'ma face
Keep my love close it ain't hard to slip away
When I was a kid I thought forever was a day
Now it's months getting by without a motherfucking trace
Kind of hard to keep up sometimes
And it's been getting harder trying to ease my mind
Depression had a grip for a long ass time
I was worried about dying
Now me against the world got me thinking about my girl
Got to paint a life 'bout the size of a mural
With a motherfucking brush 'bout the size of my eye
But I got to make it happen
Ain't no asking why
Way too many nights I would hear my momma cry, that's the motive
I go with the speed of life 'cause I can't control it
If you got a weak mind, you gon' try to show it
I'ma give you one shot don't blow it
It's on again
It's on again
Woah-oh
And I can't stop it's on again
It's on again
Woah-oh
I need more space
More space, more space
I feel the most free when I ain't home
Wish I still had my Granny to lay on
Shit's cold with my family I must say
Only really trust a few and the love great
I had a lot of fucking anger that built up
And even more pain in my lungs
(Aye)
Been through a lot of real life in these past three years
While my bloodline worried 'bout some funds? Wait
That shit get me hot but I play it real cool
Y'all don't understand all that pain I went through
See my blood start boiling when I'm standing next to fake
And that happens more often then I'd like to
Why you think I barely talk to Mike dude?
Why you think I never answer calls?
You could leave a lil message, but you'll never be brethren
And you're lucky that I'm staying this calm
Lucky that I'm staying this far from you all
And you're lucky that I learned to control when I act out
'Cause if I didn't, everything would be different
You'd be seeing all the shit that my dad's 'bout
I don't play about my heart
If you speaking on my mom
Or you creeping on the life I live private
So watch how you act around me
And tread cautious, 'cause I don't know a soul that knows how I get
On me

Written by:
Ryan Sheerer

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