The Question

Try to let go of my feelings but they come back it's amazing I've been dealing with too much heat in my eyes, I'm too frustrated Everybody acting crazy, everybody talking shit But I be feeling like the eighth ball Yeah I'm way too different, do not play me, I get money Everyday I'm working hard, I get that play She said she wanna come through, I tell her f*ck it, that's a maybe I tell her f*ck it, that's a maybe Stay up late like what the f*ck I'm doing here, I never know My feelings, no, I never show, trust issues, a lot of those Doing drugs like comatose, that just mean a lot of those But its cool, I'm very woke, that just mean I get no sleep though Feel weak, ho, yeah, feel like I can't throw free throws On my knees, I beg to angels (halos or heroes) Its really halos and heroes, at the end of the day F*ck all that evil villainous shit You either die young with a halo or live long enough to grow and become a hero That's how I see it