Jay B - Book II lyrics

(Verse 1: Marcus Orelias) In '93 my uncle looked like Spike Lee Pre school days, I was told do the right thing I slowly became a victim of needless suffering If I recall right, my clocks right. I'm out at 3:35 It goes back farther when father bought hologram Jordan's past '95, I need to defy gravity thus far Livin in hell with expectations higher In high school you're taught to be fly Or be a fly by giants who don't cry for weaklings My thoughts of having more, helps me sleep With haunting feelings of not feeling complete I used to be ashamed, what I laced on my feet (why?) I blame the thirteen's, only pair I touched til this day Free me from conceit, anxiety and the pain Of talking shoe releases; I'm striving on releasing… Pieces of me for all the times I felt left out Must be the lack of, why my dick stayed in a drought Should I let go and start to drown How you see me? Tell me how you see me When mirrors only reflect what you want to see Believe me (Hook) Marcus, always do the right thing (Book II) And that's the truth. And tell the truth Never compromise stay true to you You win some; you loose some (Book II) At least that's what my mama and daddy said Now, never let the attention get to your head Just listen, never sh** in your own bed. (Book II) Face your fears as you climb high And always say what's on your mind No I'm not mad; I'm just pa**ionate (Book II) Take this life lesson and live present moment In the end you're going to do what you gotta do (Book II) Just understand the consequences Of your actions, Book II (Verse 2: Marcus Orelias) When it all falls down, it'll fall into place Talking real world sh** but still no one relates Cause my attitude is f** the system and Alot of homies don't graduate from hallways plus My homework's missing, when its time to collect But nobody checked, that sh** so I jet with a clique Creeping off campus, too stubborn to make it I'm saying, quit acting like my sh** don't stink Spending monthly, hoping to boost self-esteem Uncertainties manifests, buying what I don't need Getting stuck on these momentary feelings An emptiness; from my past is catching up to me Straying towards hypocrisies, I say what I mean And mean what I say. Tying my own rope I didn't want to hang with those lames in my first cla** So I'm living life today like it's my last If twelve plus eight plus six equals twenty six That means I got six months to make it happen Tryna stay face but I'm losing my faith Being left alone, when most kids my age… Couldn't exercise control (Hook)