Sitting on my chair, world in my palms
Not enough help around me I’m feeling like LeBron
Chris Bosh is MIA, D. Wade’s got a gimpy knee
Antwan Jamison frankly sucks & Mo Williams can’t hit a 3.
So they wonder why I isolate like Kobe on the wing
I can’t trust people at all so let me do my thing.
The mindset of someone who’s been backstabbed quite often
Left out in the cold like what Doc Rivers did to Boston
When you’re winning, they love ya & talk about “our” future
But when you’re losing, they act like they barely knew ya.
Life’s a tough course, I use experience as my tutor
I used to stand in the corner like I was a spot-up shooter
But now that my self-esteem is no longer in the basement
Some of my old friends, start looking for replacements
That’s funny, only liked me when my presence improved you.
When you were the life of the party & I was lost like Blue’s clue.
Now that we’re on a level playing field & I also know who’s who
You want to ignore me like I was reporting on old news
New levels, new devils. Satan’s lurking around every corner
& God’s up in heaven saying, “I thought I warned ya.”
Death to the old me, someone call the coroner
Dear old me, I wonder how many people are currently mourning ya?
Oh, am I boring ya? With my internal discussions
To that, I simply play, Kanye’s “can’t tell me nothing.”
Because you can’t tell me anything, I made it grammatically correct.
How dare you judge me when you haven’t paid a single hint of my debt.
You see, I deal with my stress. I don’t place my burdens on others
And I was taught as a youngin’ that’s its best to not love her.
That’s it’s best to not trust her, don’t open up & tell her your secrets
Don’t break your wall down because you’re gonna miss it when it is needed.
I learned that from an early age. Judging the book & you ain’t read a page
Criticizing the actor but you aren’t the one on the stage.
So take your criticisms and throw them out the window
Because at the end of the day, only Family Matters. Carl Winslow
This life drives me crazy like I’m driving an old Pinto.
I been dope, I don’t need your validation or a footnote.
I’m out here climbing mountains, using faith as my foothold.
The chance of beating me is very remote, I have all the controls.
My soul is nowhere close to ever being sold.
This world sometimes makes me sick, it’s like I caught a cold
Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction
And to all those who are still reading I thank y’all for listening.
I’m in love with success but I can think of worse addictions
But being addicted to success, is more success the only prescription?
Scanning the field like Tom Brady, Peyton Manning.
I invite y’all to doubt me, I use that as an advantage
Young, Black & Gifted living in a world of savages.
I invite y’all to keep up, if y’all can manage it.