BigOmuziq - January 28th lyrics

[Verse 1] "Ok O, spit your realest Pick up yo' pen, make sure they feel this Lift up your head, lift your spirits You've paid your debts, broke, on clearance." It took me damn near 5 years just to make it here Get my mind clear, fight fears, til' they disappeared Write "Dear..." letters to myself, for the world to hear 40+ songs in, redefined "keep it real" Over honest Talkin' bout' my problems over sonnets Different causes always callin' Call my Sister say "I'm solid" Call my brother "fix my wallet" Call my plumber "fix my faucet" Flow been pouring out My heart in every song n still ain't poppin'! But that's okay, every track I make Only makes me better than the other half I hate Which only makes me better for, what I lack in faith An open letter that I made, January 28th, it goes.... [Hook] Don't let em' see you sweat Don't let em' break you down Don't let em' sell your worth Cuz' it ain't worth your while Forget the things they say Don't let em' break your smile We all choose our ways But this world go round [Verse 2] I paint a picture, no frame Hang it with ya, share depictions of pain Take it with ya, don't, make me explain See,maybe baby, God just made me this way I know the script is the same All addicted to fame The click of a name So vindictive and vain Link in the chain, see my mission is change I rap with soul of minimum wage and this thing they call… FAITH And I ain't gon' break! In a world full of hate I escape To a place Made of 808s, snares n shakes, where I can take a break, and meditate With hopes, that someone else can relate Cuz I'm, hard to reach I toss in sleep I sob n' weep But the cost is steep When you tryna' be Everything that you wanna be Going off on beats With everything that bothers me "You call it Hip-hop or r&b?" It's from my book of art Unorthodox O has never looked the part Works a job Around the clock Cloudy thoughts, told me stop A couple thousand lost, an album dropped, it almost took my heart Again, I've been forced to walk Over molten hot, coals n rocks, and mountain tops Counting days until the counting stopped Not on blogs, don't got it all But everything I've ever lost, I only found in God, see! [Hook] Don't let em' see you sweat Don't let em' break you down Don't let em' sell your worth Cuz' it ain't worth your while Forget the things they say Don't let em' break your smile We all choose our ways But this world go round [Verse 3] First off, thank you to God Second off thank you to Mom, and pops And Beelo, Rima, Samy, Rany, Osama, Firas, Saj n Salman Samer Everybody The squad! If my songs don't blow up, does that mean I'm not bomb? If I ain't right does it mean that I'm wrong? If I ain't yelling does it mean that I'm calm? I'm gone, see, you can't see, I'm on this thing that they call FAITH! And I ain't gon break No I ain't gon break baby No I ain't gon break baby I'm on this thing called, FAITH