Hook:

I look at myself in the mirror like
Damn, why is this not getting better like
Woah, who the fuck wrote me a letter like
Huh? Why the fuck does this shit matter like

Why am i the one who always feelin different?
Why the fuck do I exist? Why I’m in my feelins?
Why do I push to do better when I feel non-existent?
Why do I tend to help those who don’t really need it?

Verse 1:
Like, I’m suicidal in my own thoughts
Helpin myself to my own help by saying “Fuck the law”
And homicide is my only flaw
But only God can save me from these demons sent to evenly cut tha straw
But I’m stuck in my past thoughts
I’d rather kill my fuckin self and save my friends from enemies and faults
Its like the devil wants me under cloth
A damaged soul with a damaged heart that was only born soft

But i tend to think different now
I tend to look at the patterns of the shit and what made it “Wow”
And i tend to see shit clearly now
That n***as wanna see you lose cuz ain’t shit for them in favor now
They got me down on some papers now
And everything you did in life vs me is what I disallow
And we black still pullin plow
400 years since slavery and I thought that it was over now
Hook:

I look at myself in the mirror like
Damn, why is this not getting better like
Woah, who the fuck wrote me a letter like
Huh? Why the fuck does this shit matter like

Why am i the one who always feelin different?
Why the fuck do I exist? Why I’m in my feelins?
Why do I push to do better when I feel non-existent?
Why do I tend to help those who don’t really need it?

Verse 2:

I look at myself in the mirror sometimes
I feel like my time is so nearer
Like damn, what can I do to be bigger?
Like is there, something in life to consider

Like...
I feel myself sometimes all in a fight
Like I don’t need myself caught up in that light
Me fixin what’s wrong is what’s really right
Its like you seeing black when I’m wearing white

Its like Obama was wrong, you was always right
Its like time don’t exist so there’s no “Tonight”
Its like how the fuck myths were created right?
Its like why wasn’t you swallowed? No existence right?
Like damn
Like woah
Like man

Like what the fuck happened to my only chance?
Like what the fuck is wrong wit the circumstance?
And it’s like

Hook (x2):

I look at myself in the mirror like
Damn, why is this not getting better like
Woah, who the fuck wrote me a letter like
Huh? Why the fuck does this shit matter like

Why am i the one who always feelin different?
Why the fuck do I exist? Why I’m in my feelins?
Why do I push to do better when I feel non-existent?
Why do I tend to help those who don’t really need it?