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byron henderson - good enough. [deep end.] كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
how many dope fiends i’ve seen in my life time might just explain my paranoia come night time
most times i’m not in my right mind
i’m still haunted by demons that shorten my life line
teeing off, third eye stays open
i’m teeing off like a shooting spree, reaper waiting to see them off
but i’ll write my wrongs till i right my wrongs
“try not to die while you’re alive, because life goes on”

[verse 1]
i planned to take a stroll through heaven later today
daydreams of what life used to be fading away
constantly seeing flashes of bloodshed from my past
now the p-ssion’s gone with the person i loved dead
it makes me want to holler even more
realizing that i’m subject to change like a broken dollar
my mental state is tough to explain
but then i wonder if you know i look up to you
even though you look up to me face to face
how i trust in you says it all, how i trust in you says it all
they know i’m done with the world
reluctantly, they applaud my efforts
middle fingers up to all my skeptics
god and i ain’t close as y’all
but you should know i’m counting all my blessings
nay, i love you, i’m just trying live a day not hurting
cause what you think is the bigger picture’s really the cropped version
but, let what these people say not worry you
because you know they couldn’t walk one block in my curry two’s

[hook]
lately i’ve been out of touch with my friends
and i don’t know what’s going on anymore
i look in the mirror hoping i’m good enough for them
i know what’s best for me, but how good am i to begin with?
cause when i look around my hood, i feel tainted
i escaped like i’m good, but i’m still banking on this rapping
i’d normally never ask, but if you renege or you waver, let me so i can wave good-

[verse 2]
if i can inspire one boy to not be corrupted by wealth
and one girl to be aware that her self-esteem is more important than how many likes a selfie receives
or how many people look at them and tease
my generation was drugged and it ain’t stopping
everyone is growing up throwed off and weight watching
too many people look up to me due to my imperfections, regression, depression and get the impression i’m the best cause i’m real
but then they miss out on the lesson and still get locked away with nothing more than dial tones when they hit that cell
i pray we all recoup
i pray to god bianca knows how much she really means to me and that i love her too
you give me hope for a better life when you smile
it’s been couple weeks, haven’t left the house in a while
that’s because the energy that people bring is screaming murder to me
and though i’m sure it isn’t my time, death is certain, believe

[outro]
thank you for everything
it’s small stuff, really
but, i love y’all
i hope you hear this

[verse 3]
nah, i ain’t done yet
been bottling so much stress, recently life has been like a track meet
they never thought i would pull off the upset
the same women that called me a square are running round in circles for me
and if i was anybody else, why would i not love that?
i’ve got a couple exes i don’t speak on much, for good reason
i don’t need your trust
too many people have faith in their lies, but y’all procrastinating
yeah, you’ve got work to do
so many faces you display, but if your heart is really frozen, it’s just easier to break
so what’s been hurting you?
you act hard like your heart has a mind of its own
on some goldberg ish, it’s hardly beating, i know
but you know that even when i’m off, i give my soul to the flow
as if it’s just my spirit rapping, or i walked in the room
some people say that i’m sick, but ill with it
electrifying, i’m eel with it
equipped with sk!lls required to k!ll critics
a difference between real and reels that they’re living
that i’m in it till the end
that i’m in it till the woman that got emmett till k!lled feel the feeling when he went
and i’m just sitting here like, “here they go again…”
they’re comparing me to rappers that they say are hot
rappers that they pray i’m not
molly, percocet trips, rappers that never say a lot
grew up with fortune tellers, judge my past, predict my future
“you should know you’re on your way out, take a chance fore they shoot you”
i know, this haunting feeling i’m getting is making me nauseous
i can feel it, the pain of avoiding a conflict
cameras flash like guns that blast in the projects
friends that last for better or worse, not profit
bend or break, a pen and pad for conscience
kels, novelle, bianca, nay, and i
sincere as nas’ name to everyone watching
i can feel it, cause good enough’s never an-

- byron henderson

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