Vulnerability is nothing but pure weakness
I must let go of the idea that
Confronting my insecurities will liberate me
Success and abundance will never be within my reach
I will not be fooled into thinking that
The universe is always working in my favor
It was such a long time ago, maybe summer maybe fall
I think I was wearing a snapback but honestly I can't recall
I might have been with a bunch friends it was more than likely four or five
I bet that we were out party hopping just like every single Friday night
We ended up on the front porch, well I guess it could have been the back
Either someone put a beat on or someone mentioned that I rapped
I remember laying down a verse, maybe a couple others overheard
But anything that happened after that I chalk it up as nothing but a blur
I can tell you're feeling out of place
I can see you're trying but you're running out of faith
I can see the fear up in your face
I can see the tears are forming
I don't know what they've been saying
But I know it's not important, you
You just have to do the best you can
Pray to God your people understand
Give it everything you got, this could be your only shot
Tell 'em what you're talking 'bout
Catching glimpses of an incident, I want to say it was in June
I was rocking a black snapback snapped backwards, I can only assume
It was me and a couple few, maybe one or two, we were coming through
Simple celebrating summer nights, thinking we were separated from the crew
Back porch light shining in the dark, had to be about ten
I told them to throw me a curveball then I started swinging for the fence
I was hitting bars like a prison guard, one lyric to the next
But by the faces they were making it was obvious that they were not impressed
I'm reaching to piece it together, I can't remember what was said
But I'm positive about the negative energy manifesting in my head
It was sent from the heavens, a divine message from the Gods
They can tell that you're a nobody and everybody knows that you're a fraud
I can tell you're feeling out of place
I can see you're trying but you're running out of faith
I can see the fear up in your face
I can see the tears are forming
I don't know what they've been saying
But I know it's not important, you
You just have to do the best you can
Pray to God your people understand
Give it everything you got, this could be your only shot
Tell 'em what you're talking 'bout
How could I ever forget it, June 21st, 2015
I was repping a Wahoo fitted, new shoes, black shirt, ripped jeans
Hanging out with me, myself and I because I function better when alone
But I was searching for an audience because I felt that I was in the zone
Suddenly I was surrounded, in the center of the room
I had the people's attention and now I could do what I came here to prove
Moment of truth, take it or leave it, it was my opportunity to shine
Nothing but silence, that is other then the conversations inside of their minds
Who do you think that you are, save it I've heard it before
Claiming that you're on a whole 'nother level the second you walk in the door
Angry that nobody's listening, what the hell did you expect?
You might as well be invisible, everyone's seeing through what you project
Full of regret, buried in debt, no wonder no one'll give you respect
No matter how many lyrics you flex, it's a reality you should accept
And you even took it as far to cover your body with permanent scars
Now every morning that you look in the mirror you see what a loser you are
I can tell you're feeling out of place
I can see you're trying but you're running out of faith
I can see the fear up in your face
I can see the tears are forming
I don't know what they've been saying
But I know it's not important, you
You just have to do the best you can
Pray to God your people understand
Give it everything you got, this could be your only shot
Tell 'em what you're talking 'bout
(Talking 'bout)
(Talking 'bout)
(Talking 'bout)
(Talking 'bout)