[Intro: Hannah Williams]

Do I find it so hard
When I know in my heart
I'm letting you down every day
Letting you down every day
Why do I keep on running away?



[ Verse 1 ]

Look
“How can someone be born when they are old?
Surely cannot enter again into their woman’s womb to be born.”
You are the prophet and the teacher, how come you don’t understand these things?
Initiation made the martyr stay with me
Why can’t you measure my love and not the sins I collect?
Why every time I build, you tally the wreck?
You took thе blame of my past, you’re pressing my dеbts
Like you ain’t never seen a sinner take a knee and reflect
If I retrace every step
You’d count each as a crime
But if I fumble my regret
You’d call it wisdom in time
But who am I to judge?
They only cherish the art when the artist is gone
And only preach about love when the sinner moves on
But if the world is just a stage where we act and we fall
Then tell me, was I a role, or the reason you called?
So I apologies
Apologies for bringing you there
Because a side of love I missed morality and being sincere
If I paint you my truth, would you frame it in hurt?
Or just decide that my canvas ain’t worth what it’s worth?
But I recognize
If they didn’t see us together, you would still be here breathing again
Or what is the weight of my name that had you leaving in vain?
Was it the wrongs in my veins or the pride on my chest
That made fate flip the page, lay your name to its rest?
So I apologize…
Apologize cuz I couldn’t be there for you
Swear that If I met him I would’ve slit his-(uh)
The fame, I don’t deserve it
People around me put more effort to earn it
I thought trying to rewrite his legacy I would have spurned him..
Make this people know I have talent
Where they only love the artist when mic’s cold
It’s “drop something dope or your time’s gone,”
But if I put my soul in it, what’s left to die on?
I could bleed through the ink, I could carve out a sound
But the legacy won't listen unless I auction my crown
The labels don’t sign you, they purchase your breath
Sell you the dream, but lease out your death
The only reason I ain’t fell for it? I was too broke to afford one
Guess being broke had me a benefit, never had the funds to forfeit
I seen close friends trade morals for numbers, swap truth for a check
I was starving, but at least I still had my respect
And either way, what’s a deal to a man with a grave?
What’s a crown to a king if he dies as a slave?
If they don’t hear me now, they’ll quote me when I’m finished
Just know the pen was never mine, I just wrote what was given
So I apologise…
But BET
They ain’t seen me, guess I ain’t danced enough
Grammys turn ghosts if you ain’t hand ‘em bucks
They love you when you smile, hate when you think
Gave ‘em art, they gave me “we’ll call back” in ink
Had to Cuff It, lock in, never bend
But I ain’t lost my soul for no damn top ten
Y’all been fake loyal, but we know the game
There never gon’ be “Taqexs Hold ‘Em,” I don’t fold for fame…
I see a war, they see a martyr or fraud
I see a question, they see a problem to dodge
I see a climb, they see a drop to the ground
I see a crown, they see a head too profound
But maybe I’m both
Maybe I’m hero and hoax
Maybe I’m the sin in the quote
Maybe I’m the price and the broke
Maybe I’m the voice they ignore ‘til it’s gone
Maybe I’m the chord they ain’t played in too long
Maybe I’m the wrong in a song that was right
Maybe I’m the ghost they regret when it’s night
Or maybe I ain’t
Maybe they right
Maybe I ain't even make it
Maybe they white…..