Kool (feat. SAMSMH & Kaley Grace)

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I keep my cool, I keep my roots in when the wind blows, I could
Choose to fold or bend, but I refuse to aim so low
I keep my vision steady, red dot at my target
Please let the words bless they souls, let it hit right where they heart is, I
Feel reminiscent to the past, I owe everything to it
All my words and ideas that are right on my fingertips
I wish I could dissect it, understand it more
But if I overload my brain, then I'll prolly hit the floor, nevermore
Do I keep it in, or do I just let it out?
Do I hold my breath, or do I scream and shout?
Do I write it down, or do I paint the world in a tint-ed-light, or will I be alright?
Do I look down, or do I keep my head held high?
Should I greet the sun when I truly long for the night?
Do I buckle in for an endless ride?
Or should I, what should I do?
I understand the misconception that I'm more than I am
I always strive for more, but I tend to leave behind a friend
Tempered by anguish and all the strife that this life has brought
God, I got an endless list of all the demons I've fought
I be tripping when I see my friend brought to tears
By another person, another person that they held dear
I be wondering why it's so hard to just let them go
But they still hold on to the past, so that person still got a hope
Stains on a white shirt, just like them words hurt
You'd think changing the tide was easy, that just made the vibe worse
I cool it down now, won't go in reverse
When you moving forward, you don't get the time to rehearse
So when I converse, I write notes, I take steps, I move right, I miss left
And sometimes I regret, but
I go rest, I wake up, I don't stress, it gets cold, grab a vest, I still run, do my best and I
Keep a straight face, refuse to fold cuz I know the plan
Had to line it up make sure we was on parallel standing
Tell me your problems, I tell you mine that's how we advantage
See my moves, what's your damage?
Outlandish turn to outstanding
They can't even comprehend it
The way I move how I planned it
Suddenly them doubts they start to vanish
I know how I manage
Take your time to understand it
I remember when my soul was reprimanded
Now I'm like the candid
They wanna know what Sam did
I've been writing lines for my own benefit
I've been tryna rest, tryna get my fix, aye
I've been thinking a lot, dabbling in my thoughts
I've been on this road, don't want to get lost, I hope I don't get lost
I've been working, working on my own time
I've been surviving, tryna stay alive
I've been gifted, I've been glowing, hoping that my light would shine
I've been on this road, on this road
I hope I'll be alright, so
Do I keep it in, or do I just let it out?
Do I hold my breath, or do I scream and shout?
Do I write it down, or do I paint the world in a tint-ed-light, or will I be alright?
Do I look down, or do I keep my head held high?
Should I greet the sun when I truly long for the night?
Do I buckle in for an endless ride?
Or should I, what should I do?
I've been, trapped in my head, potential locked away
I've been, dreaming of the stars, but nightmares in disarray
I've been, keeping my heart steady with all of my steps forward
I've been, keeping my cool and forevermore, I will
Keep my promises to all those who helped me out
I will, continue to make some noise, I'll get louder with every shout and
I hope that one day you'll start to hear me
Cuz I write my words for impact and I'm hoping that you'll feel me
That you'll feel my deeper anguish, feel my hurt inside
I can barely trust others so I always gotta write
I work a simple 9-5 but I know that I suffice
For more than serving food, for more than putting on a smile and acting all nice
I know that I'll be the one to survive
But I can't help but cry for all my brothers and sisters who died
And to be honest, I don't even feel like all that alive
Cuz all my mistakes and sins that are coming to the light
Cuz who am I?
Who am I to act like I am the chosen?
Who am I to complain when my siblings got their own dreams stolen?
Who am I when I got a family and a singular focus?
Who am I when I abandon those who helped me sharpen and hone it?
Who am I when they tell me my dream is so precious, so potent?
Who am I to my future when I don't even own it?
Who am I to my past, feel the loss of my vision and focus?
Who am I cuz I wonder the same thing every moment?
Now who am I?
Who am I?
(Heh) My fault, I just think I lost my cool

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