S a i n t ' s . R o w

Sometimes I feel that need to cry but man I can't
I noticed how his absence changed the way a nigga think
Confused on lingered anger when I rap cuz I'm a saint right?
Nah' Ian a saint, just won't wonder where a can't

Lately, I been breaking barriers, like fuck what niggas say
Gave me weight and I'm gone carry it cuz' aint no other way
In my head, I kept secrets, cuz' I knew where it was safe
Til' them secrets sat so long it start feeling out of place

Made morals due to lack of a vision a role create
No petition my intuition control and roll my fate
Mediator turning villian in the music that he make
You critique and judge but just be real for jesus sake

Man in the mirror can't afford being condescending
All these niggas say the real but you know them niggas fake
Feel like he losing every day, even though they think he winning
He just used to niggas doubting and clowning him everyday

And now he stuck, confused, feeling the rhythm and blues
Feeling more independent the more he counting up blues
Honestly it's fuck the world, don't care if its sounding rude
Feeling more understanding, cuz he been in niggas shoes

Friends showing fake love but what it mean to a nigga
Tried to voice his opinion but what it mean to them niggas
Making different color bands what is green to a nigga?
Obsession for them dead presidents, a fiend for them niggas

Keeping my foot on they neck until my name is consecrated
Losing patience so isolation keeping me concentrated
Fuck tenacious, can't lose my patience til' I have operated
He got drums like a band but his niggas ain't tryna' play it

Since I plan on making bands hands consolidating
Too advanced I'm in a trance, flows incarcerated
Righting wrongs my left hand been getting tired of waiting
Misunderstood, they can't stand to discombobulated