The Tower Lyrics

Look all my homies going through a tough time yeah

Including myself

Trying to make due with the cards I'm dealt

Got to pull through people need my help

Got to stay true and not lose myself

Gold made soul but I still won't sell

Feel so stressed tryna stretch my wealth

Hard to stay cool when you live in hell

Lift this spell when I drop taboo

Break my chains when I can't break through

All these lows trying to hold me back

How can I be calm when they want combat

Want my soul and I feel so drained

Been a few times that I bout lost faith

In myself and the God I praise

Oh what a dream I have chosen to chase

Oh what a path I decided to pick

Plot gets thick when I'm stretched so thin

Can't take my thoughts can't face my friends

Can't pay my bills always clocked in

I'm stuck in a loop

That's probably why I'm so fucking aloof

Arrhythmia deepens as secrets turn to secretion

Fights with my mom in the evening

While my homie wish he could see his

I wish I knew how to tell the girl I want to be with

What I was thinking majority

I'm lost in my insecurities

To busy worrying

About her hurting me

Things that I got to resolve within myself

Lord knows she's been through it all

the drama the trauma the fall

I knew when I got involved

I'd have to learn to be strong

Those I love going through a tough time yeah

Including myself

Trying to make due with the cards I'm dealt

Got to pull through people need my help

Got to stay true and not lose myself

Gold made soul but I still won't sell

Feel so stressed tryna stretch my wealth

Hard to stay cool when you live in hell

My biggest weakness is that I have no self awareness

Of my surroundings

Hard to be present

In this reality when I want out it

I live my life in the tower

Can't stay down when my vision to cloudy

Probably why most of my homies are hooked on them downers

How can I judge them when lately I'm drowning

My demons with Kratom and malt forty ounces

I flew my homie a kite

I pray he's right in his mind

Know his parole was denied

I hope his family doesn't decide to leave him behind

I need a sign

I right my wrongs when I'm writing these rhymes

I got to refine

This little light of mine

They want to ionize

My shine with toxic vibes

But even cyanide

Pulls out the gold in a low grade ore

I cannot take anymore

I cannot stand to see my momma wasting away at a grocery store

In this little shop of horrors

Me and my fathers connection is torn

Because he spends the course of his life

Working them nights on a factory floor

Can we endure

Living a life we deplore

All my fam going through a tough time yeah

Including myself

Trying to make due with the cards I'm dealt

Got to pull through people need my help

Got to stay true and not lose myself

Gold made soul but I still won't sell

Feel so stressed tryna stretch my wealth

Hard to stay cool when you live in hell

Yeah all my homies going through a tough time yeah

Including myself

Trying to make due with the cards I'm dealt

Got to pull through people need my help

Got to stay true and not lose myself

Gold made soul but I still won't sell

Feel so stressed tryna stretch my wealth

Hard to stay cool when you live in hell yeah