{verse 1: joba}
It's so easy living in delusion
All i see is an illusion
Been to hell and i could use one
Skipping stars on a cloudy night
Hearing colors, seeing music
I can taste the air
Something like a love affair
Is only fair when it's protected
In the chaos i am still here
{chorus: joba & christian alexander}
They'll never understand
They'll never understand
I like the way it hurts me
I like the way it hurts me
They'll never understand
They'll never understand
I like the way it hurts me
I like the way it hurts me
{verse 2: kevin abstract}
I fear for my life like the president
I'm loyal to my brothers like a like a blood
Texas ni**as where i get my genius from
Mama got some half brothers
And they from the same place where stevie from
I be in the city, i don't let 'em come backstage
I'm afraid my family cursed
Why the fu*k you think a ni**a had to go and change his last name?
Yeah, i'm from the trash, it was do or die
Made it out alive, only the strong survive
Had to sell my soul to help my mama out
Never turn on your ni**as for some clout
You forgetting how to take the trash out
Five hoes every night the last house
I'm throwing cash out
I made an ass out myself until i motherfu*kin' pass out
Drunk as fu*k in the airport
Probably kill ya if i tried to care more
Take my own life like it's a damn sport
Like it's shakespeare
ni**a, eight years
No acres, on ay-ers
All my heroes from chicago or brooklyn
They a laker
{verse 3: the blossom}
As you sleep at night, the city's burning down to the ground
While i'm wide awake, i howl at the moon
All your dreams are never ending circles keeping me around
But i'm just a man with nothing to lose
{bridge: kevin abstract}
I'm just a man
I'm just a man
I'm just a man
I am just a man
I am just a man
I am just a man
{verse 4: matt champion}
At your spot 34 floors up
Quick with it, should've never froze up
Had your nose in things you shouldn't
Protected when i know i couldn't
Innocence stripped from the grip
Watch it slip out your tatted hands
On the phone, call and see how far they is
Man you playin' round, we was just some kids
Like red tray round the tv set
I've been pretty gone dog, you regret
Lucky getting off with a minor offense
With the walls closing, holding up your head
Should've pulled you out
Should've saw the {?}
What you gonna do, what you gonna do?
Sitting round the circle, faces turning purple
Same convo, same dead end
Always tryna talk you out this damn lane
{?} face all the things you did
Hanging over everybody but they never show you all the pain that they get
Out that {?}
Self hatred
Got my {?}
{outro: matt champion, kevin abstract & joba}
I will make it home again
I will make it home again