Curtiss King - Can I Vent (Pt. 2) lyrics

This life can take the soul out a n***a Way before the Lord take the soul out your figure I ain't even talking about a Saint turned sinner But lately all these loses I been coppin got me bitter I Lost my grandpapa last year and I miss him He never got to see the job that limited my visits, I should've called Damnit I should've called For all that he knows I was struggling musician I don't believe in superstitions or the tricks of a magician But when Im making beats in solitude I hear a whisper Dwan, please don't take yo time for granted Stop sweating the small things And make them easy to manage But see sometimes I get panic attacks And I hyper ventilate till I almost collapse I try to take a walk but then my thoughts go manic And don't tell me to smoke weed cuz that's increases the panic After his funeral I listened to Curren$y, Sade Jill Scott and Kendrick Lamar I even sent a text to Mr. Kendrick Lamar and I thanked him for the music that he pen'd from his heart He said 'sorry for your loss, but bro keep strong, you got a heavenly advantage with your papa in the stars……' I was a zombie for the following the weeks A workaholic roaming in a hallway of beats Looking for love on a one way street I thank God for anybody that gave me something to eat If it wasn't for my girlfriend, friends, or my mama I'd be lost up in this whirlwind of drama And I see ya'll on my timeline talking about Obama Like if you was in the office you could solve every problem Occupying sh**, ya'll occupying nada but them damn Concords For your Facebook albums When I wrote Sinbad I was broke as Noa's Jason mask Turned my insecurities to everybody's favorite laugh Ha, but that laughing stop when video drop and I took cheez-it bath Naw n***a, don't ask me sh** Don't ask me to explain you just see it Black and White They said my video look like 'Yonkers' Man yall n***as bonkers……or maybe you dont see the sacrifice My vision goes blurry at the computer at night But I type & I type till that sh** looks right You think my campaign a scream for attention? I dream to rock a stage where Hip Hop is 1 religion A ploy just to annoy Murs twitter for a mention? You n***as trippin This is my callin, this my destiny This my therapy like Grandpop here with me I hope he seeing me and smiling proudly And playing Dominoes with Brezell Allen…