LIFE IN 3RD PERSON

push pass i gotta make it back before the morning

outlast the last one to be truthful my heart is torching

paint my life a portrait a simple man i portray

poetry in motion rich thoughts with my poor face

siding with myself always by myself shit gets tiring

built different by nature I guess its in my wiring

stoned face crying praying i dont hit rock bottom

tryna not to lose faith sub conscience saying god got em

life in third person worries of shit worsening 

been thru hell before but practice dont make you perfect

the waves are rocky on this current currently

i guess this tide could be wiped away with a bit of currency

or maybe im wrong as i tend to tear listening to the same song

my tendency to tear was there all along

im only human yall im just tryna evolve from the dirt i came from 

running in place its starting to seem like lifes a conundrum

my happiness is all drums fries and some blue cheese

 but trying to drum to this beat of life is kinda hard to say cheese

seats of life rearranging your peers and family aging it cant be

trying to hold the melody but all it seems is melancholy

they want my melanated skin on copy and im just tryna stay godly

i hope these words reach to the highest peak

on every corner block apartment house on every street

it seems u cant get the song unless you hear the chorus

im tryna stand tall like trees but cant see beyond the forest

im willing but jaded in the same sense 

im tryna change my life and try to make it make sense (cents)

do you see the picture im painting can you feel the souls that im saving...