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[Verse 1: Logic]
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Yeah, this is my vision
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Written without second thought or revision
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The type of ************t that affect you like an oncoming collision
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That just make you freeze, drop to your knees and beg em;
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Please lord forgive me for gripping a semi now
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When searching for God all I ever do is stare up
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While Satan sending me women wearing nothing but they hair up
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Got the condom on the dresser, I can't wait to undress her
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Would you think lesser of me if I did it?
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Cause I get lonely, I'm human, and boy it's been a minute
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Fresh out the states, surrounded by women that wanna hit it
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But should I take the ************ just cause I could get it?
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Or do I want something that's more committed?
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God damn, it's hard to admit it
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As you focus on the little things, the bigger ones will get you
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So I minimize the negatives to see the bigger picture
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I get richer while you ******s hate,
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So keep it up and watch a young brother elevate
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I'm black and white but racism I still cannot evade
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I never understood the concept, even to this day
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You know we're all the same in the eyes of a blade
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Because when men share blood it's to the same shade
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[Hook: Logic]
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That's why I'm just a man homie
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Flesh and blood, I'm just a man
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But I don't think they understand homie
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I ain't perfect, I'm just a man
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Y'all think I'm more than just a man
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[Verse 2: Logic]
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I contemplate on the daily if I'll survive and strive
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To be the greatest lyricist dead or alive
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I gotta prevail
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That's my word like excel
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Went from a small town in West Deer Park to XXL
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Now we shopping at Louis V, back in the day it was Ross
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They calling me the savior, hope they don't give me the cross
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Now that's the realest ************t you ever heard
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Never in the streets but I was closer than the curb
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Do you feel me?
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Whole world wanna kill me
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Signed a deal but I'm still me
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In five years will I still be?
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Ever since I was a youngin this is all I've ever wanted
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Always kept it real while they perpetrated and fronted
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I was in the studio while they was gettin' blunted
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Always have my doubts but deep down I knew I'd run it
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Sportin' Armani like menage a trois that's double breasted
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A lot of time I've invested and never once have I rested
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Feeling nervous like when you getting tested
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The game is over saturated, completely infested
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The greatest story ever told, realest song ever written
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To hell with a Plan B, mother****** I ain't kiddin
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I''m just trying to get this money, I'm just trying to get paid
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That's the type of mentality put careers in the grave
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******* how much you made
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What's it worth if your memory fades?
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Now I ain't perfect, on occasion I'm strayed
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It's been forever since I prayed
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And I guess today is the day,
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So I step in the booth and treat that ************t like a confession
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Thinking back as I reminisce,
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Wondering; does God even exist?
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A man of faith but mentally I feel at risk
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What you want from me, where am I supposed to go?
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Seems like you never talk, tell me how I'm supposed to know?
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I'm just a man, I ain't perfect
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Is this life even worth it?
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It's time to dig up the past so ******* it let's unearth it
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Like my childhood, living free like a child should
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Remember the time I opened the bedroom door crack?
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And saw my daddy smoking more crack?
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No food in my house, we just couldn't afford that
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Momma drinking, sleeping until five
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But she always seemed to get up whenever men arrived
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Feeling alone at like eleven
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Segregated from the other kids like it was 1957
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I've loved, I've hated, I've cried, I've died inside
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I've resurrected but don't neglect that I've modified
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I'm stronger, faster, better than ever before
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And everything I've been through can honestly assure
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I'm no less, no more,
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[Hook: Logic]
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