[Verse 1]
Truth-be told, I got a soul of silver, it’s so pure and so cold,
I got a heart made of glass, and its gold adorned,
ever since I was born-it’s never been warm,
I think that I’ve been ranting too much, put on my shades so I can keep away the ratchets and stuff, and some things you can’t imagine, but I guess that’s just what happens-when the gravity struck.
No longer violent, the challenge is to now balance yourself-within the silence,
Hands with callouses-and athletes foot,
This 9 to 5 don’t seem worth every chance that I took,
So Tell me who the fuck chose to put lies in this book?
The passage unwinds, I regret every path that I took,
It is what is, every born sinner gotta live what he did,
No longer confused, I guess I gotta live with the truth,
still bothered by temptations about making it big,
It is what it is, (it is what it is…..),
It is what it is, (it is what it is…..),
[Bridge]
I watched the clock spin,
Dreams boxed in,
Still tryna make a change with my options locked in,
Bills stackin’ while my hope thin,
Ain’t no blueprint for a soul that’s been walked in,
Tryna find peace in a world full of toxins,
I’m just tryna breathe where the pain ain’t constant….
[verse 2]
So blessed to see another day, no one can block my voice cause I know god-gon show another way,
Don’t follow traditions, fingers been itching and my pulse has been skipping,
You know what I see? A prophet,
The man that watches everytime that I speak,
The prophet is me, explains why all my speeches so deep,
A born hypocrite, told himself that violence wasn’t right-but found it interesting,
How every battle ended with a win in his hands, they screaming “finish him!”,
So guess what he -nah, I shouldn’t mention it,
The mortality of combat, why I still feel so alone with this phone that’s full of contacts?
The war ain’t won, she broke his heart and it turned into a gun,
No longer fun, through the smoke I see another man…..
I’m aiming down sight, He dropped his rifle and threw up his hands,
I threw up, cuz in another life we could be brothas man,
Man………..
[Outro Hook]
It is what it is… but that don’t make it right,
Some battles I fought, I still lose every night,
It is what it is… but I’m tired of that line,
Tryna find peace in a war I keep inside…
[Spoken Outro – Voice Note]
“I don’t even know what side I’m on no more…
Every time I look through the scope, I see myself.
Maybe we all just reflections…
Lost in the smoke.”
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