Damn
Don't know where I should begin
Guess I'll start off with my childhood, and losing my friends
From shots, to prison cells, overdosing on pills
Got me feeling like I never would escape from this hell
And don't nobody be expecting nothing great from me
They just assume I'm dumb and plot what they can take from me
Now I drink, I smoke
On the edge, so don't push me, I'm not killer
But baby, I'm at the end of my rope
So what's the point of hope
If holding on just makes it worse?
So what's the point of love
If everyone just wants to hurt each other daily?
I'm thinking that maybe
Tryna stay sane, the only thing that make me crazy and shady
I hate the fact there's not another place that I can go
I surf the web and get more jaded by the digital
The Novacaine can't stop the pain, it's metaphysical
I'm praying to my God
You gotta let me know
Tell me what you think about me
They don't see the real me
All I feel is emptiness
Tell me what you think about me
They don't see a damn thing
All I feel is emptiness
Well, let me add it ain't easy 'cause I'm not rich
They say the changes that I want are in the politics
But they still label me and rate me off my skin tone
Only show support from the comfort of their big homes
But when my daughter gotta eat and my son gunned down while he bleeds
I don't want hear these talks about beliefs and keeping peace
Got me marching in the street and with my people and the heat
We don't got the time to wait or have trust for the police
Dark clouds overhead like a ball cap
I gotta find a way to get it, I need all that
I can't be broke forever, livin' in the slums
I can't let my momma die inside this gutter like a bum
But I still don't understand why the news emasculates me
Why the Christians wanna judge me
Why the law will castrate me
All the pillaging and raping
And the kids inside the cages
Dropping bombs on foreign nations
How can I remain complacent?
Tell me what you think about me
They don't see the real me
All I feel is emptiness
Tell me what you think about me
They don't see a damn thing
All I feel is emptiness
Tell me what you think about me (it ain't easy 'cause I'm not rich)
They don't see the real me (changes that I want are in the politics)
All I feel is emptiness (so they rate me off my skin tone, from the comfort of their big homes)
Tell me what you think about me (it ain't easy 'cause I'm not rich)
They don't see a damn thing (changes that I want are in the politics)
All I feel is emptiness (so they rate me off my skin tone, from the comfort of their big homes)