diary of a visionary

Mm
Maybe I'm hurting my—maybe I'm hurting myself
Mm, yeah
Say you slept on, feel like you overlooked
Say you next up, but they ain't catching on yet
I think I know what that feels like
Maybe I'm hurting myself, holding on to see the light

If I said it then I meant it, it's a high percentage
Of times I wished I hadn't typed the message and I sent it
How the truth can hurt so bad make lies look like a blessing
Trying to fix our past like tryna salvage through the wreckage
Everybody hurting, don't act like you something special
Everybody certain that they on a different level
I know somebody lying, think it's time for a confession
I know somebody tryna sell their pain but steady flexing
It's a part of me that wish I wasn't raised in this setting
That my parents never thought of parting ways with their brethren
To create an opportunity, a chance at something better
Trading in community to have comfort forever
But for me to call this home, it don't feel like I would ever
Still searching for my zone, what am I, a common beggar?
By now I'm so fed up, alone but it's whatever
I stayed away from parties
They just out here playing dress up
Girls rocking stilettos, VV diamond bezels
Then when it settles, it's back to the ghetto
I used to live that life but now I can't be sentimental
It's pedal to the metal, Dominic Torreto
Yeah
Something in my bones telling me that
It all pays off in the end (In the end)
(I can feel it in my bones)

Say you slept on, feel like you overlooked
Say you next up, but they ain't catching on yet
I think I know what that feels like
Maybe I'm hurting myself, holding on to see the light
(See the light)
B Markie

This the diary of a visionary
A revolutionary
This is where it all started, the preliminaries
Used to be stuck in my old ways, I was stationary
All the chances I would make it, couldn't envision any
So I'm doing this for you, not just for me
Yeah that's true
I'm not doing this to lose or to be number 2
Not just singing tunes
These spiritual blues
To be silent I refuse, I refuse, I refuse
Try telling Kanye how to move
Or telling Billy Joel he can't sing what's in his soul
Those efforts would be in vain and they not the ones to blame
But the way they were brought up
And now they can't ever fall off
When you carrying the culture on your shoulders
You accepted and they always gonna show up
You respected and they always gonna show love
I wish someone told me
That I'd be parting ways with the old me
Sometimes it don't feel like I know me
I'm so different I been transforming slowly
And I been building my relationship with God, it gets lonely
I got deep into it, seeking what He shows me
Believing who He says I am
Making me a better man

Say you slept on, feel like you overlooked
Say you next up, but they ain't catching on yet
I think I know what that feels like
Maybe I'm hurting myself, holding on to see the light