Sometimes I wonder why I go at this
It's my reminder to stay proactive
I been comfortable, I was doing more with no mattress
No map, no traction and they saying go Blaksmith
Gotta good life, good wife, I can't go backwards
Yo I’m faithful to the end, I need mo action
How do I stack up, am I the ringa’
I'm at my tipping point like jenga
God emcee, or just another talk singer
I wanted this ever since I could remember
I told my cousin Teara at age eleven
I wanna to rap for a living
I saw The Oakland press
Headline Subterraneous Rec
It read Hip Hop outta Pontiac
Fresh outta highschool, I drove a pontiac
A little rap nerd I put my pen to the test
Black boy from the burbs, they highly impressed
Hit the open mic scene and I found my true essence
Microphone check, microphone check
I been here before, yo my style just resurrected
Made my first tape in the dorms Wayne state
Heavy with the bars, heavy like i gained weight
Bubblin bubblin bubblin, talking to strangers
Now my shit doubling
Connecting with talented people
Collaborate and showcase it in public
For a minute I thought I was done with it
Cause exposure ain't paying no rent
I’m tryna get knowledge but dropped outta college
It's funny it dont make no sense
In the heat of night, I was smokin stoner
A shot to head hit like Adriane Bronner
My spirit got fight show me my opponent
Still wonder what happened to Flint
Sometimes I wonder why I go at this
A crazy summer yeah mo madness
The street is narrow, yeah it's more traffic
My head is up, stay on my toes balanced
Cause I gotta lil family, and I got a lil Brent
It's all a new challenge but I gotta lotta sense
Got cousins round the corner
They would pull me out the ditch
I been underground with it but im still up in the mix
I'm on a higher plane, got a house that's made of brick
I married Netta Lane and I made her Mrs. Smith
We gotta good thang and I pray we never split
Yeah we built this up legit
Would hate to walk away from this
Let me park my thoughts, we here and now
Live from the crib on the west D-Town
Guess we on our like Bobby Brown
Without the white, yeah wipe me down
Lights is out you won't hear a sound
Baby sleep dont too get too loud
This is home, I got lost then found
I know you watching us Mr. Brown
I got sharp on Steel street...
I let it heal me…
Sometimes I wonder why I got at this
credits
from You Don't Have To,
released November 27, 2020
Produced by Eddie Logix, Mixed by Eddie Logix
