Trzsten - T.R.U.A.N.T Lyrics

What should I do
What have I done
What can I do to outdo what I've done

What should I do
What have I done
What can I do to outdo what I've done? Oh right

Let me take ya'll to my school days
Bumpin' Cool J on my walkman
Not the type for talkin', I'm like Steven Hawkings
Walk a mile a day to school each mornin'
Not by choice, all the bikes I got were stolen
Felt I didn't fit in, so I resorted to ditchin'
Couldn't listen to bitches not even makin' a livin'
I also know how bull them books be, I believe fully
That I learned a lot more about real life playin' hooky
Started steady skippin' school like it was ritual
Get the crew, back gate rendevoo, sit and lit some doobs
I was on some different rules, roll some trees and ditch this class
Even though I know when I get home that ma gon' whip my ass
But it gradually grabbed upon me hangin' with them dudes
Lookin' back and all, I'm mad at all the times that I've been screwed
By my school, rude seniors, plus the teachers and the rules
And we wonder why there's always someone plottin' with a tool
Blow a fuse, straight to the, Global News, all the locals fume
Folks ensue, on these hopeless feuds, rec-ite their voting views
All you glued to your screens, open eyes for what the Oval do
Is it really loco that this is what smoking dro will do
Lotta kids dyin', so the ganja use to calm my mind
Spark one up for Sandy Hook, Marjory Douglas & Columbine

What should I do?
What have I done?
What can I do to outdo... this

Music my flesh and soul
To my rest my soul
Only thing right now that's keeping me from being left alone
But once upon a time, there was somethin' besides rhymes
That would bring me peace of mind... that was seeking highs
Getting high just cancel out the lows
Only made it worse for me to handle them in post
Quote unquote, smoking dope, I was at my lowest low
Soon my folks would know, turned to dealin' just to go for broke
The second you start grossing dough is when your foes will show
Some my f*ckin' closest bros, stole and sold my phone for dro
So alluh sudden, said f*ck it, I'm done with alluh this f*ck shit
Would gobble a dozen Xanax, go manic, began to plummet
Slurrin', stumblin', tumblin' to my end, like a suffix
Got sucked in by somethin' I knew I shouldn't have f*cked with
Counter-productive, over the counter drugs, had obstructed
My moral compass, and sure enough, it turned my soul corrupted
Not to mention that druggin' would f*ckin' rupture my stomach
Almost like I was summonin' trouble, stuck in a bubble
Would only tuffen the struggles, they went from subtle to double
Plus my hustle would crumble, my lobe of frontal was muffled
Can't stomach I was convinced that Xanax was lit
Get the strongest from dealers that take advantage of kids
With underlyin' problems covered up by highs to solve em
Falling victim is common, well guess I defied the odds, huh
Had to rid of all the shit that would alter the sight
Knew it wasn't right cuz my f*ckin' father was that type, Jesus Christ
Guess that's what had made you leave us, right
See despite it all, I thank you cause all it led me to write
Your wrongs, put my thoughts in songs,
Poverty you brought upon me plagues me, but not for long
Is it that I resent the fact my father wasn't here
Or him dodging the rent to spend it on lotto and the beer
Got me swallowin' in fear, f*ck child support too
Showed I wasn't a priority, know you could afford to
Now I'm on the trail for bread, call me Hansel and Grettle
Hate all you want on my flaws, but what's a pot to the kettle
A lot will taunt the successful, don't let it clog up your mental
Just nonchalantly continue, do you, and flaunt why your special
So yo, I know not all us people make the best decisions
But don't you-overlook a normal life of healthy living
Just do, whatever makes you happiest, the guap comes with it
For sure, have what you're missin' be the fuel to your ambitions
Let confliction be ignition, have you driven towards your dreams
Don't forget to keep an open mind, cuz nothing's what it seems