Juwan Rohan - How the Day Ends

Some things been stressing me lately
I gotta move on
I'm too in touch with my thoughts
And Yet i feel alone
I got people on my side
Cheering from the sideline
They don't understand the pressure
Balls in my court, it's game time
They expect me to score
But I'm curious on who they rootin for
I hit ignore, now she callin me more
She feel annoyed, I'm just bored
I'm more than just a boy toy
It's hard to pick
Money or happiness
Cause the older i get
I realize they can never mix
Look
BIG said it right
Mo money mo problems
No money, I'm starving
That's word to being a father
I'm searching for constant happiness
I look farther
I overlook my blessings in front of me if they shorter
so focused on the long term, I'm steady reachin
I've heard last call so many times, i stopped leavin
So what I'm posed to do now
I feel boxed in bounds or should i cop a ticket out bound
I'll skip town
She tell me do what you do
So that's how you feel, wow
That hurts, ouch
I sit alone in dark
Sometimes
Just to clear my mind
Don't worry I'm fine
I'm too shy to talk, i hold it in, grab a pen and
Write rhymes
I sit alone in dark
Sometimes
Just to clear my mind
Don't worry I'm fine
I'm too shy to talk, i hold it in, grab a pen and
Write rhymes
I figured I should stop waiting
Time to go get it
Can't depend on nobody
Protect myself, but I am not selfish
I'm more anxious than i am nervous
I come equipped, Furnished
I got flo progressive
I'm persistent, in what i want
I get it
That's my mental
They say you sound like Cole
But i got my own flow, but thanks tho
I feel trapped in the ghetto, corner store
And i don't cut corners, but they crop me out
And if you hop boarders, then they try to box you out
Cause white men can't jump, so they shoot at any nigga who got bounce
That's what they call air it out
When we focused on air Jordan
Clips is what they were loading
With the same steel they told us stay away from
Then they cover it up with napalm and blame terrorism
Now we the main objective
All because we stuck together and became a staple
And every news channel is a fable, so much plastic at the table
I can't look at a fake butt and not objectify, I'm sorry
But won't apologize
I wish i had my mothers eyes
Then i wouldn't do these women like i did, I'd be a nice guy
A role model to my kid who will probably have blue eyes, thanks mom
You taught me right

Written by:
Juwan Rohan

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