Glenn D. Beamon Jr. - Clarity lyrics

[Intro] "Things money can't buy" {tagalog} [Verse] I got a lot of regrets I'm all over the place I'm to into myself s**ing down these Newport's, just k**ing myself Or Smoking and drinking just prescribing and healing myself The doctor quoted me an unreasonable price for they're help Obviously anything they could offer me would probably leave me worse off Ain't like you pay em to care I wish I wish I had real role models Unlike these n***as on the screen In these premeditated scenes Of profitable evil things to make you wish you was them To get arrested if you ever attempt A hug or handshake like a bandaid Kiss on the cheek is like 50 likes on my fanpage Weed calm my A.D.D Give me that ATV To ride through these mounds of stress So I can lay me down to sleep Nightmares of county time and no one being proud of me If I should die while in a cage, bury me in an unmarked grave Alone with the list of promises I had to break In a cave in Bermuda In hammer pants and a tutu A blond fade, some swap meat J's, and a shirt from FUBU Never too cool for school In my letterman's jacket Or my better tax bracket demeanor That glaze over my eyes You can't see that I'm thinking About just catching up A Pelle{Pelle} coat or buck fifty{hat} away from catching a slug A petty convo with a friend of the plug Away from cops trying to find someone to put on a mugshot For the headshot I got For just trying to be g I can't wait to get the f** out of here to somewhere where my environments a product of me I solemnly swear I'ma probably think before I act And end up like most of my n***as Look on they face f**ed up while they sitting in back Of the squad car cuffed up like this sh** is wack When it's to late to get that back its too late Like a cup of cherry kool-aid in a suitcase of white T's Washing it away just ain't likely The world don't like us it might be We throw they flaws in they face They hate the taste They be like Oh the nerve Try to tell me I ain't sh** and you can't polish a turd The boojie say I'm ghetto but the ghetto say I'm a nerd So where do I fit in then Except between the thighs of the women who admire my accomplishments I see me through they eyes all the time In the land where the clock don't tick But the ghost do speak like They trying to save my life They tell me...... {Multiple voices speaking [Outro]} Some mistakes just can't be made twice Ain't no one gone treat you like you can't die Everybody knows that everybody bleeds all the same Be on the safe side Please don't make the same mistake twice Pride won't keep you off the steak-knife Beef ain't rare mon frère {French} It's well done I swear Bands in hand don't mean you can't die