Issues

The other day, my pops looked at me and he asked me what year it was
He's seventy-four, I wish I could say it's a joke and not serious
I'm down on the floor
Praying I got the time to have his feet up and more
Maybe chilling up and watching the shore
And not still busting his ass for the mortgage
You know how they say mental health important?
Well, I'm feeling the pressure
On a long night where I sit and I think about it, can't keep it together
Everyone left us alone, I'm carrying the weight of these thoughts on my own
My girl ask what's wrong, I don't want her to know
I know she dealing with shit on her own
I know not everything in my control
That's what I fear
I need reassurance I'm on the right path, that I'm meant to be here
I was proponent for "play it by ear" until I woke up one morning with nothing to hear
With nothing to my name, with nothing to share
Tired of tears, when nobody cares
But damn I got issues

Damn I got issues
Fold up the journal, wash off your face, and ball up the tissues
The underdog made it official
Time to stop thinking of whether they'd miss you
Look at yourself in the mirror and say to yourself man "Casso they need you"
But damn, I got issues
Fold up the journal, wash off your face, and ball up the tissues
The underdog made it official
Time to stop thinking of whether they'd miss you
Look at yourself in the mirror and say to yourself man "Casso they need you"

And need I be reminded of monopolizing little tyrants
Hide their lies in enterprises, so disguised by perfect timing
Finalize their business deals and fine print for the little guys
Find their avenue for real and watch their lack of real assignments
High and mighty I was tryna stay away from record signings
Now I feel the urgency just pushing me to cash out finally
Write my rhymes all night and hope that one day I'll be really shining
Even though my music can't defund police or fix the climate
I'll be climbing
Yes I'll be climbing
I'm tryna make it for me and my family
This shit ain't no science
This shit you can't fight it
Bitch, it's not David, it's not Goliath
There is no hiding, all these lines, generations behind it

Damn I got issues
Damn I got issues
Fold up the journal, wash off your face, and ball up the tissues
The underdog made it official
Time to stop thinking of whether they'd miss you
Look at yourself in the mirror and say to yourself man "Casso they need you"
But damn, I got issues
Fold up the journal, wash off your face, and ball up the tissues
The underdog made it official
Time to stop thinking of whether they'd miss you
Look at yourself in the mirror and say to yourself man "Casso they need you"



Credits
Writer(s): Roberto Sánchez
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