Paper Planes.

You folding up like paper planes
I can tell that you seen better days
Looking like yo fresh out from the grave
Pressure on my shoulders I'm just tryna keep it sane
I been the same
Ever since a kid
Only way to stop the river flow is to work and build a dam
But I don't give a shit
Why would I build walls when I'm accepting who I am
Don't tell me that I can't
Man you sounding kinda scared
Writing hardships with my pen
Wars between the paper and my hand
Writing is a weapon this is all part of the plan
You wouldn't understand
I'm the type of man
To never break off from his band
As long as he got fans
Instrument inside my hands
And I grip it with my palm
Chest puffing out you can see me standing tall
And they praying that I fall

Yea
They praying that I fall
Yea
They praying that I
Ain't a rapper I'm a poet
Sounding like some proverbs you could quote it
What's a competition if I got but one opponent
Sad reality I gotta cherish every moment
Changing the definition of a man thats on a mission
Taking off to the moon no conspiracy
I'm landing
No matter the distance
I'm the truth
An accurate rendition of what the industry missin'
You gotta salute
Crashing to the ground time to pull the parachute
You wouldn't understand what it's like inside my shoes
Playing wit these cards you don't get to pick and choose
You wouldn't understand
Nah



Credits
Writer(s): Andrey Jov
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