Running from Myself (feat. Tint Condition) Video (MV)

And don't waste my time with that bullshit
Keep all that sympathy
I might not have much but at least I got my dignity
Cuz when it's all said and done it's kept until infinity
And we all got a past
I just chose to tell mine differently
See typically I'm just suspicious see
I'm keeping to my solo
I do that shit deliberately
That's the part they don't know
It's critical I keep myself and presence at invisible
I figure people show they true selfs with the minimal
Well that's the principle
Excuse the cynicism
I been thinking bout my older brother
Damn I really miss him
Tryna catch a fortune off these lyrics that I've written
Like these f*cking songs I make could hope to bust him out of prison
Like maybe if I get on
The judge would see he did wrong
And let my brother slide just because I got a hit song
Well
Wishful thinking I got cousins who tell me we linking
I gotta lift up as I climb cuz I know that we sinking
Especially cuz every time I visit Broward
The feeling I'm turning sour
Lost connections like no router but
How can I save them
Knowing what is fated
I been struggling and fighting trauma set in generations
And I been scared to have a wee child meanwhile
Cuz raising infants reminiscent of a freestyle
Cuz it's off the top
Ain't no chance to pause to the shit or stop
I'll be damned if another nigga raise while I'm not
But there's the paradox
Dunno if it's fair or not
Them kids inherit all that baggage that their f*cked up parents got
And that's anxiety, gotta build my dynasty
And shelter all my children from the demons build up inside of me
But that's another convo
Another setting
Just as long as yah know
I'm laid up in my bedding
The essence of my adolescence is constantly pressing
Running from myself, lord knows where I'm heading
So let that set in

Tryna make it happen mane
Feed up off in this rapper game
They just can't remain the same
Tryna keep from going insane
Tryna keep from going insane
Tryna make it happen mane
Feed up off in this rapper game
They just can't remain the same
Tryna keep from going insane
Tryna keep from going insane

Last night I had a convo with my father
The topics of shit we brought up
Its deeper than what you thought of
Like trauma
And how it facilitate family drama
Cuz although it may be painful to work it out but we gotta
I'ma
Pay the homage I gotta
Help my dad and my momma
Cuz when you writing your wrongs, it's only bout whatchu author
And whatchu offer
I met my father's father
He took us East to Gulf Stream Park
In hopes that we could prosper
For my gramm an'em; They love they gamblin'
I guess it runs up in the family, I feel I'm bound to win
And that's the painful shit, to know your pain and shit
To know your opportunities they never really either came or went
I need to do it, need to make it and pursue my music
I need believe in any reason that my dream ain't stupid
But I don't know I'm just a nigga recording the session
Running from myself, lord knows where I'm heading
Maybe a dead end

Tryna make it happen mane
Feed up off in this rapper game
They just can't remain the same
Tryna keep from going insane
Tryna keep from going insane
Tryna make it happen mane
Feed up off in this rapper game
They just can't remain the same
Tryna keep from going insane
Tryna keep from going insane

Keep on f*cking running
Gotta keep on f*cking pushing
Gotta keep on f*cking running
I don't care 'bout how it's looking
Keep on f*cking running
Gotta keep on f*cking pushing
Gotta keep on f*cking running
I don't care 'bout how it's looking, nah

That's another convo
Another setting
Just as long as yah know
I'm laid up in my bedding
The essence of my adolescence is constantly pressing
Running from myself, lord knows where I'm heading (Uh)
Maybe a dead end, huh