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[Verse 1]
When I was six, momma never took me out the house
My father’s never there so she never claimed a spouse
Fascinated by the life of the money and streets
I could never understood why it interested me
People thinkin’ that I’m wanna be gangster thug
But I’ve seen all the things that I say from above
I try to stay positive to keep my future in a hold
My auntie said to keep the truth, never „should have told”
The cold wind blows when there’s nobody there
The silence in the night seems to always capture my stare
Proccupied with getting money, whatever the method
Prayin’ to a God that was never there, so I left it
Everything I say is truth, never always to me
Always to be, always to seem, knowledge is king
I’m tryin’ to teach the world what it’s like in my eyes
But it’s always left at „I’m still tryin'”
[Hook] x8
Still tryin’…
[Verse 2]
Tryin’ everyday to see the bright side of things
Almost goin’ blind, it seems, that the prophecy means
It’s possibly a thing for my mind to be stable
Seein’ brother versus brother always Cain killin’ Abel
Deals under the table through the government’s hands
Terrorists, drug dealers, I can’t even understand
Why my people die in vain, for the money in hand
That travels into the land of the Son of Sam
Towers blown up, people die, enemy bombs
Towers blown up, people die, how we respond
You’re kidding me, son, the hymn songs sung by the people
Of Dr. King’s church murdered coldly under the steeple
I’m stepping up on top of the field in Brazil
Anyone who knows the truth knows I have been killed
By the anger in my judgement, and so in my eyes
But it’s always left at „I’m still tryin'”
[Hook] x8
Still tryin’…
[Verse 3]
I try to make you happy but my words aren’t fulfilled
Situation that we’re in, got me feeling so real
It’s a damn shame nothing like this ever does last
Maybe it is for the best, like a one o’clock mass
Memories are always best when you’re sittin’ in class
Freakin’ out about the future, cause there’s nothin’ like the past
Nothin’ like a mess, anger, love, lust, and depression
That’s the shit I don’t like but it keeps my attention
And it keeps my profession always in the front seat
Thinkin’ ’bout my own future keeps murdering me
In my mind, in my time, always myself and me
In my rhymes, in my lines, always must something be
Always mess up on the beat, scratch, me and myself
Everytime I try to think I’m repeatin’ myself
I’m tryin’ to teach the world what it’s like in my eyes
But it’s always left at „I’m still tryin'”
[Hook] x8
Still tryin’…
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