So many thoughts come through my head that I refuse to speak on
They feel like I’m the activist, but I’m not the one you can lean on
No extra support. Folks arguing like it’s their day in court
Everybody running with a roster like they actually played a sport
I just survey the field like the coach in the press box
Keep my soul closed off like those kids in the sweat shops
But they know that I’m a shooter like 2000 Rick Fox
Please don’t try and play me to the side like a rest stop
I’m hitch for a new age, flyer than a blue jay
And I see all these games clearer than blueray
Excuse me, I mean 4k. predicting the future is my forte
While other people love to argue this ain’t first take.
That’s why your WCW has a Stephen A Smith hairline
Always bragging about how many paid for her airlines
But you know and I know her spirit doesn’t really align
With someone who will have your back when it’s crunch time
Ride or die is cliché, but you gonna be there when I’m down?
Fending off the vultures when they inevitably circle around?
Or kick me when I’m at my lowest? I mean, the choice is yours
It’s a dog eat dog world and you want to run with the carnivores
The art of war, tells us to be careful about letting your guard up
But I been putting in work for this like a startup
But if they think you’re on the menu? You’ll get carved up
Maybe that’s why I’m tense because in this life I’ve had hard luck.
Ain’t no “aww shucks” or “aww f*ck” you just get armed up
Been through the wars, can’t you see I have been scarred up
I’m afraid of being vulnerable, I got PTSD when it comes to that
People say they change but only find change in the laundromat
I hate that I am as guarded and untrusting as I am
But it always seems to be the closest to you that ruin your plans.