Tired for Real

Every time I look around,

all I see is dark clouds hangin’ low,

House don’t feel like home no more,

feel like I been lost on this road.

Somebody take me where I belong,

‘cause these walls keep closin’ in,

Tryna smile, keep pushin’ on,

but they don’t know the skin I’m in.

Livin’ in a world full of sin,

where the good die young, pain stay long,

Mama said the rain gon’ pass,

but it feel like it been stormin’ all along.

I know some days it’s gon’ rain,

yeah, that’s just part of the game,

But it seem like every day the same—

same hurt, same scars, same pain.

I been sleepin’ in the same bed I grew my pain in,

same street lights know my name when I’m pacing.

Bills on the counter, prayers in my pocket,

heart full of scars, but I still won’t unlock it.

Mama say, “Boy, don’t let this world break you,”

but it already tried, yeah, it already shaped me.

I smile in public, bleed when I’m alone,

act like I’m good, but I don’t feel home.

I done loved and lost more than I admit,

gave pieces of me to people who split.

So when I say I’m tired, I mean tired for real—

not sleep tired, but tired of how I feel.