Intro (Pt 3) - Fresh C

Taken the road less traveled

Anxiety battled

Those who said I wouldn’t get here

Left stranded without a paddle

Up shits creek

I’ve had enough this week

Charged it to the game

Keeping all my receipts

Record meetings pissed me off

I’m not tan or buff enough

«Use your light complexion»

To sale records

I’m Mexican asf /

What I’m supposed to do now?

Fake it like ain’t brown

Mumble a few words round

With a piñata in the background?

Y’all got me fucked up

Like my auntie cooking at Christmas

Bullshit on my to do list

You’re name ain’t on the guest list

You’re ludacris

So move bitch

Way out my circumstance

Trying to make these dollars not put shit on my conscience

Mentally I’ve been exhausted

Socially awkward

Anxiety got the best of me

Got me acting obnoxious

Getting weeded to solve it

But it’s not solving these problems

My momma moved out to Texas

And I be missing her often

My grandma still fighting

Saying son you gone make it

Takes every ounce of strength

In me to not cry when she says it/

Another day isn’t promised

I’m being brutally honest

And that day gonna come when she ain’t there and I know it

But my pride I can’t show it

Back to the booth I keep going

Writing my truth in the lyrics

For all the lies that I’ve spoken

Right all my wrongs

Give my soul a good scrubbing

The angels are watching over Me

And these demons i keep ducking

Hoping one day I’ll find peace

And end the self destruction

Phone started ringing

Thought process was interrupted

«Sir we’re boarding your flight»

I must of passed out or something

Half alive with my eyes wide

Sitting in the plane ride

Knowing it ain’t easy

Thinking to myself like

This is what I asked for … right?