[Verse 1]
I'm tired of being someone that you walk over, somebody to talk over
The irony is higher me feel like I'm at crossover
No practice, I’m reacting while I try not to be dramatic
Half of me feel asthmatic but most of me feel abandoned
Trying hard to use bandage to cover up all the scars
It's getting hard to imagine me being amongst the stars
Never been this confused, ‘till I seen this side of your heart
Although I know I’ve heard someone say they believe in me
That shit can’t combat all thе shit you’ve said that’s mean to me
That shit ain’t nothing whеn I know how much you mean to me
That shit can’t fuck with all the shit you’ve said that mean to me
That when you see me, you see everyone else
You don’t see the shit I’m doing, to me, mean more than the wealth?
Like, you ain’t see the times where you could just hold on to your belt?
Asked how I felt? Or appreciate the cards that you dealt?
I remember meeting Magic at twelve
First time that I believed in it
As time past, I stopped getting starstruck
And started hoping that it’d mean something
Maybe I’m meant to be the nigga that’s gon’ keep loving (Keep loving)
And maybe you meant to be the person that’s gon’ learn nothing (Learn nothing)
You learn more when you love yours. Word to Cole
[Chorus]
Do you love yourself?
You should
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
Wonder where you are
Are you alive? Or are you dead inside?
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
[Verse 2]
I had a close homie
Took pride in helping homeless people
I wanted to know his motive
Said he was feeling lonely
The people he loved controlled him, he wasn’t for it
He wanted to live the life the way he seen: euphoric
One day, guess life felt boring
They offered him coke, his eyes cracked like it was metaphoric
Vision blurred but this the first time that he had no warnings
He wanted more and more, but fought the urge ‘til he ignored it
Next time I seen the homie
That nigga lost some weight
He asked me how I was, I told him I was great
I asked him how he was, I felt like he was eight
Still fighting all that trauma that his momma ‘caused at an earlier date
He told me that he’d be fine
“Yeah, shit get kinda rough but you know that it take time”
We shared a couple of laughs and chopped it up, man that shit was a vibe
I couldn’t see past his lies
If I did, I’d look him dead in his eyes, and ask:
[Chorus]
Do you love yourself?
You should
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
Wonder where you are
[Verse 3: Eratik]
Next time I seen the homie, it was Mel, him & me
We went up to my home, chill with the family
He was outgoing, could light up the room for you or me
Insecurities reeking, him and them mesh better than me
I took a step outside, then I sat down and cried
Now tears fall down my cheek, I couldn’t figure why
I put on Dot shit, “u” from TP A Butterfly
Painful irony, seeing you institutionalized
Last time I seen the homie-
Hello? Nah, I ain’t seen him inna minute. Damn. Alright, I’ma be there in like thirty. Fasho
Last time I seen the homie, I had to go and find him
I brought my brother, Wood, feel like we should remind him
That he was great, destined for more than average
& destined to be the best in- Shit, anything he imagine
Searching the area, shit we looking for like a couple hours
Every time we’d get closer, felt like we had no power
Went to the Chinese spot, got some food to come and devour
Haven’t ate all damn morning, so fuck it man, shit feel sour
Pull into the parking lot, and usually I’ll back in. Trauma that I built up from seeing niggas get whacked in the wrong place at the wrong time. Wood told me it’d be alright. Man I see a nigga on a skateboard. “Man, let me find out the homie skateboarding now, Wood. That’s him ain’t it? Aye! Aye! Over here nigga! Nigga, where the fuck you been at?”
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
[Chorus]
Nigga, do you love yourself?
Yeah, you should
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
Wonder where you are
Are you alive? Or are you dead inside?
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
[Verse 4]
Last time I seen the homie, swear it was on that day
Months later parked on the side street, I’m walking to my place
I see a nigga in a hoodie, and a van parked outside my gate
Anger built inside me, I’m thinking this my day nigga
As I get closer and closer, my anger, it’s replaced with sadness
‘Cause the nigga I see resemble him, but the soul carrying too baggage, nigga
He felt more savage, nigga
He tell me ‘bout a plot
He found it in the alley
He pulled out a phone, like mines, man the shit uncanny
Said he ain’t staying at his house no more, he back to having
Life in the tent with the homeless, he said they understanding
I look at him with deep regret, but fuck it man, at least you might have it when you feeling too stressed. I tried to unlock it but god willing, it won’t reset
Yeah my bad fool, I’on know what the fuck is wrong with my computer bruh, but… Shit, I can take you back to the station if you want me to?
[Chorus]
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
Wonder where you are
Are you alive? Or are you dead inside?
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
[Interlude]
Yo, what’s with deal with it bro? Shit, I’on know why I got this voicemail effect on. Ain’t like you got a phone to listen to this mo’fucka on. Think of this shit like a letter. My heart was all over the place making this one, I ain’t gon’ lie. I was gon’ make another verse but niggas prolly tired of hearing me rap, you know what I’m saying? A nigga like 7 minutes in and shit… But nah, I’m still worrying ‘bout you famly. Hoping that you gon’ pull yo’self out of this ditch you got yo’self in. Forreal. I’m not gon’ lie, that first verse… I had to understand my own trauma with my mom to really see what you was coming from. At first I had anger towards you and yo situation. Nowadays, I just been sad, and sorry too. I know you gon’ say, “Oh don’t feel sorry, you ain’t really do nothing anyways,” but I’m not sorry for anything I did. I’m sorry that the world failed you. And I’m sorry that that lead to you failing yourself. But shit…Whether that be for the couple of months or the rest of your life, my nigga that’s up to you, bro. I believe in you though famly. Shit, I always tell you, “You can do anything you put yo mind to,” You one of the only niggas I ever said that shit too and that include myself. Straight up. It’s gon’ be a tough road from here if you wanna change so if you ain’t willing to fight for yourself my nigga, don’t even bother. Shit… Moms said some shit that had me fucked up. Had to find the heart to even write this shit. She said, “It’s like mourning someone that’s alive.” And that’s what that shit feel like, on me. Shit, I love you though bro. I’m hoping this find you well
[Chorus]
Do you love yourself?
You should
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
Wonder where you are
Are you alive? Or are you dead inside?
It’s morning again
And I’m mourning again
[Outro]
Oh yeah. Nigga I seen some shit on the news. Don’t tell me that was you man… You can’t even be on that type of shit bro. You gon’ fuck around and get yo’self killed stooping to that level bro. That shit made me look at you a little differently too. I’ma always try to be here though bro…You know what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Just get back to yourself and be better
Apologies don’t do much for anybody anymore
Morning. Can I speak with Dr. Tighe?
