Stro Elliot - Today lyrics

Today [Verse 1: Mr. J. Medeiros] New self he just wanna be a whole person Old self found cursing him for soul searching Other self writing poems on how the world hurt him Too close to home he gotta hold it down in third person Now who's the first person I'm saying I Am Give me a second and you will know why I'm dammed It's in the record our youth and every blind hand Our recollection of truth within our time span Cus when you add am you just attach you Build a bank, build a church, build a statue Build up rank, Bilderberg, fill up that shoe With one foot in the grave is how it has you The one you couldn't save now how is that true No one stood in the way of having that fruit It's 11:28 I mean in Mathew They say we gotta go back But what we got to go back too [Hook:] Today [Verse 2 - Stro Elliot] I used to say that by the age of 31 I'll be long Long gone from here, far away from the year That I decided I would live a live a life divided and clear Of any threat or danger aiming at my life or career Some call it fear and a prison I barely fit in It's true Who am I kidding I've been hiding in my tiny igloo Outside it's frigid, but it's life, and I ain't living it right Without some cuts and bruises I blew a life with Susan, I was afraid of moving Too fast, and out of a situation that I was cool with Now maybe I should do it, but now she's married stupid Blame it on being young timid or maybe clueless But 31 came and went with very little improvement What am I left to do with the rest of my time breathing I'm leaving Las Vegas without a gamble I'm breaking even I kept the dice and this seven eleven that I'm squeezing Got me thinking of dreaming Or Dreaming, of leavin [Hook:] Today [Verse 3 - Shad] Yeah this got a nice sound And this is real life not a lifestyle brand No nikes - I'mma just do it Right now Im in the booth And it's kinda like a fight how Im saying hit me with the beat up Knock the lights out I fight doubts like bouts Spitting live rounds No grill and still what comes out the guy's mouth Is brilliant as the rings on a king or a viscount Im feeling like a million Little children singing In the building when My quill pen is spillin In the moment not beholden to past Gotta let it go Not talking forever-ever cuz ya never know And life ain't a bed of roses, it's a ebb and flow And one spectacular spectacle Til youre head to toe medically deaded Bless the show til the credits rolls Check it: procussions/shad k make the record dope