Waste (feat. Breana Marin)

I can't control the world me getting colder (colder) Plus I got enemies over my shoulder (shoulder) I'm just grateful for another day Another change and I won't Let it go to waste I can't control the world me getting colder (colder) Plus I got enemies over my shoulder (shoulder) I'm just grateful for another day Another change and I won't Let it go to waste I was living in a middle class life Feeling middle class fly (fly) Middle class clothes Mixed with middle class cries (cries) Everything changed When my middle class died To a poor man's soul Warmed in poor man's fires (fires) Fantasies of newer life Mixed with newer goals Living different Adulting came with newer controls All I had was mind steady thinking of home And All around was destruction Breaking down to the bone Wait (wait) I'm tripping (I'm tripping) Look how I'm talking different I'm reminiscing on circumstances to fuel the feeling I'm Gathering the relatable just the feed the witnesses Creating sounds of vibrations so it can sooth the listen Wait (wait) But listen (but listen) But this ain't fiction Is it This ain't a fabricated lesson just so you can feel it I'm telling you the very rule of speaking life to meaning And See your purpose See your purpose If you need the healing (the healing) I can't control the world me getting colder (colder) Plus I got enemies over my shoulder (shoulder) I'm just grateful for another day Another change and I won't Let it go to waste I can't control the world me getting colder (colder) Plus I got enemies over my shoulder (shoulder) I'm just grateful for another day Another change and I won't Let it go to waste Close your eyes Feel the pain Start to fade away (away) Feel the strength of the chains Start to break away (away) Feel the love Up above If you need a way (a way) I tell you something More than nothing If you need a day (day) Masking the joy with the pain So you can feel the pity I'm Seeing death before dishonor Never in your city I'm Seeing gang relating killings But never this gritty Ha I tell you (I tell you) I gotta hide my chain (my chain) They robbing left and right For profit They going insane (insane) A vicious cycle of bondage Tie it up to the game (game) They love you once They kill your soul Never hear you again They lay a cross down Attended the church Felt that they were judged so they left out of hurt They Took back to the streets And used the burner to lurk Until the streets got the jump You're head first in the hearse See I'll pray for you (pray for you)