YWB Philly - Santa Fe Dreams (Self Esteem) Lyrics

Yeah this song is called self esteem You know why
Cause I ain't got none
It's so funny too
Because everyone seems like they got they stuff together
And then You realize they don't
Then everyone turn on You
And be at Your throat
Man keep that same energy
Keep Your head up soldier
Yeah I ain't got no self esteem
One minute they be with You
Next one You a meme
Growing up tough 15 with a dream
They question my passion
But it was never about me
Luther King died and he went mainstream
Wasn't his choice shooters tryna start scenes
Sandy Hook Parkland or Santa Fe dreams
Just looking for a reason to love myself You see
Cause I got Santa Fe dreams
I'm battered up and beat
Probably end up dead
At my mommas feet
I can picture it all now
Blood all on the ground
My eyes rolled back
Heart refuse to make a sound
I'm saying this is real
Heart was made of steel
Been real violent with me
Like Shaquille O'neal
When we were together
Everything was fine
Then you turned on me
Yeah girl You broke my spine
Santa Fe Dreams
Was never about me
We've got a school shooter
Murder's first degree
Was on FaceTime with Her
She was being mean
I hung up the phone
Wasn't even sixteen
The very next day
I came by Her house
Found out she was dead
I still have my doubts
This all on the reg
They call gay people fags
And when they kill themselves
Hide em in a body bag
This is how You're built
Feeling Your soul wilt
No matter what You do
You still overwhelmed with guilt
Laughed at Him while he cried
Then he went and died
You let Yourself tell Him
A pack of dirty lies
Hope You're happy he's dead
It's all Your fault
You opened Your mouth
Couldn't close the vault
He was in pain
His life was just a blur
The only thing he wanted
Was to not be in Your slurs
Yeah he's dead now
And it's all Your fault
I hope You know that
All Your fault
Yeah I ain't got no self esteem
One minute they be with You
Next one You a meme
Growing up tough 15 with a dream
They question my passion
But it was never about me
Luther King died and he went mainstream
Wasn't his choice shooters tryna start scenes
Sandy Hook Parkland or Santa Fe dreams
Just looking for a reason to love myself You see
Cause I got Santa Fe dreams
I'm battered up and beat
Probably end up dead
At my mommas feet
I can picture it all now
Blood all on the ground
My eyes rolled back
Heart refuse to make a sound
Santa Fe Dreams
Was never about me
We've got a school shooter
Murder's first degree
Was on FaceTime with Her
She was being mean
I hung up the phone
Wasn't even sixteen
The very next day
I came by Her house
Found out she was dead
I still have my doubts
When I hung up that phone
She was all alone
She felt worthless
If only I'd have known
Gun to Her head
No tears in sight
Looked up to heaven
Said goodnight
Dead inside
No reason to live
The world was against Her
She had nothing to give
These is my
Santa Fe Dreams
All these kids is dying
Where's the dream Hakeem
Looking for an escape route out
Looking for a better life that's what I'm about
Tryna save Your life
You stuck in this trap
You won't look around
I will be Your map
Please look for the light
Even in the darkest nights
Otherwise You might fall
Betrayed just like Snow White
Yeah I ain't got no self esteem
One minute they be with You
Next one You a meme
Growing up tough 15 with a dream
They question my passion
But it was never about me
Luther King died then he went mainstream
Wasn't his choice shooters tryna start scenes
Sandy Hook Parkland or Santa Fe dreams
Just looking for a reason to love myself You see
So next time You sleep in because You not feeling it
Remember the kid that had the dream but couldn't do it because of a bullet
Remember the girl that killed Herself because You hung up
And maybe then You'll get the motivation to get out of bed
Santa Fe