Failures ft. Javion Bishop Lyrics

It's so hard to teach a child self-love

When it's likely he'll die from a hand like his

Escaped him age nine

Try again at age ten

In eight more years he'll probably have

A nine on his hip, but nevermind it

Make sure they applying for these colleges

'Cause street smarts ain't giving you niggas scholarships

And beat cops don't care in this part of town you in

That's just another pair of Nike's on the powerlines

Living for these dollar signs

Shake a nigga shorts if I'm outta mines

Snatch his Cuban off his neck if it's loud as mine

How fucking dare you want better?

Embarrassment to the code

Niggas selling they souls

If you make it out don't come back, that's just how the game go

Hundred rounds if I catch you riding in a Lambo, nigga

'Cause you a object, not an inspiration

Fuck feeding niggas babies

Fuck trying to build community

I'm sticking you for paper

Twenty-two years and I never got my mama's lectures over self-hatred

Too plugged into the poverty, it's the Matrix

Stuck in my way, I'm just a motherfucking failure

Flag in the wind, slave to paraphernalia

Crashing again, man I done got my bitch pregnant

Missing payments on the rent, scraping cents

I gotta get it even if I die or end up in a jail for it

Missed my son's first steps and when he old enough

To walk his own path if he choose mine, I failed him

Pity

Living life averse to my reflection, a vampiric appearance

Ain't a day past that I stand clear of rejection

A casual interference

Nor am I a stranger to pressures from old peers

Grown shadowboxing in cages with old fears

They say it's normal

Molting in stages so hold patient, waiting

Shedding the skins that I hold dear

Long gone are days of a pacifist obligation

Poor choices I made

But they made dollars

But will it counteract in the grand scheme of my karma?

Nah

Telling my mama she got a check

But checking me and saying to balance or I'm in debt

And the devil would come collect

Ain't no power in no respect

A lesson in the limericks

Settle for nothing less

If you feel it up in your chest

Then you anchored to the deck

Ain't no castaway

You sinking in this motherfucker too

Just a thug from a crew

I'm not an individual

A village

A vigilant nigga

I got prejudice and pride in pulling a trigger

Saying even if I died then I'm making a difference

I don't care if mama cry if she raking in millions

I'm expendable

Took my heart and my soul far as it's meant to go

Not a part of me holding onto the street

I failed to achieve satisfaction and peace