Duryan - So Many Years

I'm fighting y'all
I'm fighting
I keep fighting for truth
I'm steady
Throwing hands
I'm steady fighting for food
I'm boxing in my soul
To keep from
Fighting with fools
This pressure
Piling on
I don't always know what to do
So I wake to read the scripts
Instructions
For what to do
Cause everyday I walk the path
I give my enemies blues
See what they do
Is either tell you take
The red or the blue
Then mix em both together
Like unseasoned food
They know you
Gotta eat
So picture this
Get a clue
If it was you
Against you too
Why wouldn't you
Do what they do
It's really
Getting deadly
It's a war on our mind
Let's show em
That we strong
And pick apart all these lies
Cause I'm here
To pick apart my heart
And write it through words
Regurgitating all the thoughts
Of not being heard
Cause as a child
I never though my opinion
It mattered such
Until I grew
Into the point
Pass really caring much
I love the gift I'm gifted
It's a blessing and a curse
I'm gifted with the gift of gabbing
Lyrics to a verse
The curse is that I always see
A problem when it's had
But
The biggest problem then
Is only doing what I can so
As a friend
When you see me down
Can you pick me up
And hold me
To the things I say
It's love no matter what
I'd rather hear it from someone
That's close to my heart
Instead of fighting demons
All alone lost in the dark
And don't believe the hype
Cause not all
Niggas are the same
The biggest strap I carry
See
It's running through my veins
Can't buy this type of feeling
I was born with much to gain
I thank my father daily
Mmm
Yeshua is his name
You may not
Understand
This type of
Honor that I feel
I'm just so grateful all in all
Cause see
My daddy love his kids
No dead beats
In my circle
Circle small
My circle grown
It pack punch
Like pacquiao
We packing packs of strong
This strain is loud
Unorthodox at best
Peculiar type of people
Pray we blessed to get what's next
So I hardly
Frequent parties
Anymore
Cause every time I go
The less I feel the need to show
Feel like I'm surrounded by
So many different people
With many different moods
And fun is never the agenda
I don't go where I ain't welcome
It ain't fit for my type
I'm just a social
Anti-social
That's been blessed with a sight
To see through
Well you know
I can tell it ain't right
I like to call it how I feel
Guess I'm the sensitive type
So please don't
Worship me
I'm just a hustler a heart
Be so quick to pick apart
This just a humbling art
Everyday I lose my mind
Constantly
Fighting through pain
Breaking down my sense of self
Seeking that glory through fame

Written by:
Duryan Flie

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