Shit seems to pain me when it doesn’t pain anyone else
but who r they to judge when they haven’t seen what I’ve seen myself,
if I show pain or fear does that make me a bitch or a wimp,
that’s why I hide my emotions from the world and cry on my own time
but my own time is dedicated to others which is koo with me
cuz Imma keep movin even if I cross the finish with a limp,
tears never roll down my cheek cuz my pain comes last
And cryin’ doesn’t solve the issue even when I’m fighting ghosts from the past,
I just hate thinkin’ bout shit I can’t control or change
but I’m tryin’ my best to let life move forward and keep strong and stay in my lane.
Some niggas act up n don’t know the place
but I’m happy just movin’ steady cuz I have a spot in the race.
Love hurts and questions stress
but only I can get over not actually knowing and that must be a crime I guess.
Lord knows I pray to be strong and move on
but shit pulls me back to the bottom of the bucket
and as time keeps movin’ forward
it gets harder
to climb to the top n the stress of sayin fuck it
grows stronger and starts to take over…