P. Jones - Right Here lyrics

[Verse 1] Reflecting on my life, I often think about the solitude An only child, now a writer tryna follow through Gotta keep the bars tighter, people tryna follow dude So I'm pulling all nighters, rhymes made to bottle moods Of the populous, small towns, metropolis All down for stopping this manmade apocalypse Steadily approaching, forget the Mayan calendar We need to chop it up like an Iron Chef challenger Cause there's too much heat in the kitchen Economies collapse every time I write a rap It seems, cash is deemed the God of all living So how do people think? "I'm not sharing my sh**." Need a paradigm shift from this era's fine gifts Of selfishness and vanity How can it be that selflessness Rarely found under the canopy and helplessness Is what most people feel? Someone tell me what's the deal, we're all disconnected If it doesn't matter then it's probably respected Check it, and let cha head nod to the record Right here in ya ear, if this world you wanna leave For a second, left it and came back refreshed Don't forget it, that's the method for coping with the mess The problems of the world are so intricate And like you, I'm just tryna make some sense of it [Hook] The world is a lonely place But I'm right here wit cha, right here wit cha I learn from my own mistakes So I'm right here wit cha, right here wit cha In the deserts and the frozen lakes Yea I'm right there wit cha, right there wit cha Can't calm the nerves or you couldn't find the words? Let me paint that picture, paint that picture [Verse 2] My prior hustle was contingent on a work ethic Stacking chips, taking yours wasn't worth repping Preying on the weak, wolf slaying on the sheep Every, day of the week with fourteen hour grinds Of course was tryna shine, in boxer shorts confined In isolation more than Kobe and Wade combined The end result was a moderate gain Not the opulent range that was the popular aim Of the deep competition, playing the cards dealt Crashing hard on the felt, forced into submission Often the tale told of numerous failed pros It's a dirty game like mining for shale gas My most money hungry, appetite it fell fast Hard to digest if you're swallowing stale cash So the players throw it up, continue the roll of luck And stay content with the fact that they'll never know enough Mannnnnnn, I feel in touch with all the loneliness I've been blessed so I feel at least I owe you this A little piece of me for those receiving peaceably I know luck is never distributed equally But I'm here and so are you It appears there's nothing new The problems of the world are so intricate And like you, I'm just tryna make some sense of it [Hook] (x2)