My Truth (Only In)
Know who I am
Brown kid raised in the slums
Didn't understand why my momma struggled wit funds
Up in private
Twist my fingers
Like to emulate thugs
I lived a reckless life
Immersed myself in the drugs
Was sexing sexy ladies
Ain't no need to be cautious
Take a view into my soul
Let my words be my portrait
Stayed
Stagnant for years
Stuck in muck and the mire
I faced my inner demons
Consequences that dire
Used to get picked on and bullied
By this name kid named Willy
We fought all the time
Eventually figured he would kill me
A couple goons would chase me
And I'd run to my building
My sister would defend me
She much tougher than I
It's crazy how my family
We suffer divide
So much for being blood
Guess we suffer from pride
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Not feeling what they telling ya
Tell on myself
That's the way that I heal
Gotta keep it 100
Man despite how you feel
Went to school
Ain't a fool
Got grades that decent
But still I dropped out
Found excuse and some reasons
Fell in love a couple times
That first time was the worst
She wasn't mine to claim
Second time even worse
I caught some hands
As a man that was rough
Third time
Had her hand
It was tough we gave up
Felt all alone
Use my vice as a crutch
Wit the choices that I made
Should be dead or in prison
Had a suicidal mind
Would stare at knives in the kitchen
Violence in my mind
Couldn't silence the voices
Pass along my struggles
And my problems I foisted
Stuck in my way
True solutions avoided
I've been cheated and I've cheated
Cycle of abuse
I lived to just repeat it
Stolen time and objects
Had a triple x obsess
Liquor liquor liquor
Perfect meds for my problems
Lying to myself
And I'm lying to others
Lying by myself
Headed nowhere fast
Just a kid playing games
Drawn to destruction
Like a moth to a flame
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Not feeling what they telling ya
Tell on myself
That's the way that I heal
Gotta keep it 100
Man despite how you might feel
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Not feeling what they telling ya
Tell on myself
That's the way that I heal
Gotta keep it 100
Man despite how you might feel
Brown kid raised in the slums
Didn't understand why my momma struggled wit funds
Up in private
Twist my fingers
Like to emulate thugs
I lived a reckless life
Immersed myself in the drugs
Was sexing sexy ladies
Ain't no need to be cautious
Take a view into my soul
Let my words be my portrait
Stayed
Stagnant for years
Stuck in muck and the mire
I faced my inner demons
Consequences that dire
Used to get picked on and bullied
By this name kid named Willy
We fought all the time
Eventually figured he would kill me
A couple goons would chase me
And I'd run to my building
My sister would defend me
She much tougher than I
It's crazy how my family
We suffer divide
So much for being blood
Guess we suffer from pride
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Not feeling what they telling ya
Tell on myself
That's the way that I heal
Gotta keep it 100
Man despite how you feel
Went to school
Ain't a fool
Got grades that decent
But still I dropped out
Found excuse and some reasons
Fell in love a couple times
That first time was the worst
She wasn't mine to claim
Second time even worse
I caught some hands
As a man that was rough
Third time
Had her hand
It was tough we gave up
Felt all alone
Use my vice as a crutch
Wit the choices that I made
Should be dead or in prison
Had a suicidal mind
Would stare at knives in the kitchen
Violence in my mind
Couldn't silence the voices
Pass along my struggles
And my problems I foisted
Stuck in my way
True solutions avoided
I've been cheated and I've cheated
Cycle of abuse
I lived to just repeat it
Stolen time and objects
Had a triple x obsess
Liquor liquor liquor
Perfect meds for my problems
Lying to myself
And I'm lying to others
Lying by myself
Headed nowhere fast
Just a kid playing games
Drawn to destruction
Like a moth to a flame
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Not feeling what they telling ya
Tell on myself
That's the way that I heal
Gotta keep it 100
Man despite how you might feel
Only in America
Only in America
Only in America
Not feeling what they telling ya
Tell on myself
That's the way that I heal
Gotta keep it 100
Man despite how you might feel
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Cowan
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