Dimeji - Doves (The Will) Lyrics

Why won't you let me help you?
I'm living in blues, pupils black and blue
Wrangle through dudes for the news I'm giving back to you
No Don lemon, just Beyoncé lemonades
John Lennon ways, till the bullet ricochets
I'm true, new and improved ways
To say facts, in-fact everything I do say is never off the D'Ussé
I do spray like rich uncles flexing in a villa
Then preach about the doomsday for realer
Reveal the past so you could understand where we coming from
Spit like a talking drum, before our artefacts was placed in Buckingham palace with chalice
Up in Burkina faso with malice we was ducking em
So miss me with Sara Forbes Bonetta
On Forbes list we need to see more sisters
Same thing Martin Luther king had to battle
Is racism that Meghan Markle has to tackle
Lebron Tacos, Kobe tackles, spirit of bravado, mentality we need to unravel
With Reality we grapple, societies is fragile
Black queens is still under attack even in McQueens and castles
So what would Kobe do, what would Kobe do?
Everything I do, I ask myself what will Kobe do
The real is overdue, facts I'm bringing you
Empower the women through any means, that's what Kobe do
I just wanna die
Would you pick up if I called you?
Or would you
Would you pick up if I called you?
I just wanna die
I ain't spoken to my homie in a while
It's been a minute since I seen him smile
Feels like it's gonna be this way until we senile
Over some petty quarrel we could have resolved
If we walked each other's shoes for a mile
I ain't saying I'm absolved, I ain't saying you was wrong
I'm just saying I been wishing I never had to write this song
Remember when your mum said if we wasn't best friends
Then we would have been brothers, that shit was the best man
I was supposed to be your best man, you was my yes man
When I was lame on the streets, yo you said I was the best man
That's why I'm ashamed, when you called and I ain't pick up
Saying I was a real nigga and I'm living real Hip-Hop
But the truth is, it never pays to be ruthless
I need call close folks and visit the booth less
'Cause yesterday when your mama called and she was grieving
That shit stopped me from breathing and I just wanna die
I just wanna die
Would you pick up if I called you?
Why won't you let me help you?
Or would you
Would you pick up if I called you?
I just wanna die
I ain't know you was dealing with depression
You was the happiest guy, that was my impression
Ain't got a clue that you was stressing
When I saw you last in person
But you took your own life and that shit has left me guessing
What's everyone's perception about me?
Am I the gloomy one or the happy go lucky guy finessing?
I used to wanna buy a Smith n Wesson
To fade to black, I guess this is my confession
That I was suicidal, I was popping Tramadol pills
Not cause I was ill, 'cause I was slipping, falling and losing my vitals
But this is my revival, mum told me pray
Relieve stress by religious verses recitals
Pray for your rivals, your idols
They say keep your enemies close, say keep your loved ones beside you
We lost Kobe, and almost lost his disciple
Mum paranoid for my arrival, but I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die
Would you pick up if I called you?
Or would you
Would you pick up if I called you?
I don't wanna die