Lyrics The Tower - Callon B

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