[Verse 1: Jones]
Unbearable pain, how both fell on the same day
The look on my brother's face
Being at one of his best friend's wake
And I'm going over to the bakery, buying his daughter's cake
It was my niece's birthday, ironically though, it hurts to say
My best friend was the worst investment
I severed off my right hand
7 years down, tell me what's up with this awkward feeling
I was way down, I wanted to lighten the load
So I threw off all this gold
While you blew off education
Rotting in your basement
Who am I to be saying, with college courses that I wasted
The contradiction
Progressing with stressing over little setbacks
That forked in our path
I'm in the process of forgetting my past
I'm in the process of perfecting my craft
I know it takes time, but I don't want to take too much
They say my first four records were rushed
I'm having issues with trust
These women just take as they please
That I know enough
But she just gives me top on her knees
Trying to lighten my mood
So much pain that I don't need
My ego is bruised
[Bridge: Jones]
Don't know what to do with myself
Maybe I'm losing myself
My verses reflect on the pain that I felt
My verses reflect on the pain that I felt
[Verse 2: Vic Rivers]
If it didn't, my brain would just melt
Tell the beat all the pain that I felt
Late nights can't fall asleep cuz I'm too stressed
Red Eye flight with T and he says we're blessed
He says we're blessed
But why do I still think of d**h
No man in the mirror, I just talk to myself
25 years, what to show for it?
You working hard but tell me where's your shows and sh**?
Look at all the years it took to make your CD
How could you judge the actions other artists took to succeed?
You're turning 26, and there's no degree for this
Really I just want to go to school for music biz
Go to school for 6 years out of state, Vic, you bugging
Yours pops is 71, everyday you see him struggling
Do you chase dreams, when you lose time with the ones you love?
Is it worth it, when you're backstage with no dad to hug?
Having nightmares of his d**h, I wake up and I cry
We can't get along, I'm running out of time to try
It's messed up ain't it, how the Lord gives and takes it
6 years in the basement, still dreaming on when I make it
Trying to change my ways, grow up be a better brother
Walk this path, provide a better life for my mother
And my grandma got a bad knee and still has to work
With 4 kids that can't retire her, my soul just hurts
I put my faith in God but don't go to church
I hope he isn't mad, it's the gift and curse