Adjustments

Mark Edmond, if you didn't know...

Things changed, nearly broke my heart
Feeling, feeling estranged, we grew apart
I say
Things changed, nearly broke my heart
Feeling, feeling estranged, we grew apart
Moving on, letting go of grudges
But, I'd be a fool if I didn't make adjustments
I'm
Moving on, letting go of grudges
But, I'd be a fool if I didn't make adjustments

Where's the love? Can't tell if it's a drought
It seems we never talk, unless it's me, reaching out
Future was looking dim, but I'm back at it again
So many played it safe, nigga, I went out on a limb
Came so far, still I haven't done much
The hunger remains, I'm here while everyone's on lunch
They say they support, though they never come through
Tried to play me for a foul, wish I knew
Shame on, you
Outchea paying dues
Just me, no crew
All they bought to the table, was some muthafuckin' stools
Told them, kill that noise, similar to pressing snooze
May not have all the tools
But, I'm still in pursuit
And, they be acting like I owe them something
Same ones, looking back, never gave me nothing, all of a sudden
I'm the first they all call, when they hit a wall
When it was me, couldn't even get a hold of y'all
Maybe once, y'all can put y'all selves in my shoes
Then, they get mad like I'm the reason for their issues
Enablement, leads to entitlement
I finally told them no, now they're filled with resentment

Things changed, nearly broke my heart
Feeling, feeling estranged, we grew apart
I say
Things changed, nearly broke my heart
Feeling, feeling estranged, we grew apart
Moving on, letting go of grudges
But, I'd be a fool if I didn't make adjustments
I'm
Moving on, letting go of grudges
But, I'd be a fool if I didn't make adjustments

The years passing, I'm still tryna find my footing
I remember, when I finally made my first thousand
Not much, but it was progress
Getting out the habit of comparing myself, to the rest
I gotta trust the process, like Sam Hinkie
Promise, I'ma give it my all, where's your pinky?
Most people who don't make it by 25, lose their drive
Be contemplating, suicide
If that's you, I'm glad you're listening
I know it's hard, but you gotta try again, fight 'til the very end
But, first you must begin
And, stop thinking about what you should've did
It's enough for every one of us to eat
Life's a marathon, stay the course
May the force
Be with you, I hope you finally get that W
Everybody's got their own path
See a nigga shining, but you don't know the half
Stomach growling, pockets touching
Couldn't even, fend for myself, on an air mattress
No job, no car
Entrepreneur
Having a hard time, getting my foot in the door
Was seeing all my peers
Advance in their respective careers, couldn't help but compare
Same spot as last year
My ex left, that time for good
Often made threats, I never thought she would



Credits
Writer(s): Markeem Saint Fort
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