Lyrics Facing Facts - Hyphen

Perfect vision with my eyes closed
I got a thorn on my side so i know i rose
Above the pain it bring im running past the milestones
Money ain't a thing but it's still everything that i know
Would change the world but it ain't nothing but a piece a paper
We could rest in life but whats the point if we don't please the maker
Eat away my soul while im just hoping that it keeps its flavor
Death a part of life but I've been saving up that peace for later
What is pain but knowledge you can relate too
Don't be scared to feel it just embrace it it will make you
Never let them bring you down when they try to break you
If you living in a hell then there's no place that they can take you
They know they out of line the way that they keep trying to trace you
Everybody want a ride when they realize (That) they can't replace you
I don't got the time to run and hide the way the blind will chase you
I just want whats mine but i'll decline it from the kind that hate you
Just to love you later
When they know you got they paper back
Living off of favors
Only motive is to take it back
Doing what we told if we expose it they'll just paint you black
And put you on the list that marks you crazy then it make you that

I am whatever you want me to be
Ya
Think imma killa then push me to see
The
Colors im painting the blood on the leaves
Ain't
Nothing as real as what you can't believe

I don't need a hundred stacks
I need the truth and i need someone who gon tell me that
When i get a dub or take a L i needa run it back
The type that help me carry money baggs to get my money back

I don't need a hundred stacks
I need the truth and i need someone who gon tell me that
Death is always near the life you have can all be taken back
So look inside the mirror to survive you need to face the facts

Obsessed with our reflections we possessive of our broken glass
We can make a burning flower bloom the way we rose from ash
Wish we knew that running in the streets will lead to cul de sacs
Wish ya knew that money isn't free and noone told us that
We been chosen last cause what we know could lead to overcast
Weather on the roads that hang above us like an overpass
They ain't driving slow until they notice that we over that
Thing that keep us low cause we're exposed to what could hold us back
And we getting past it
Owning ever master
Making every casket
Out of alabaster
We ain't need a mask
For what we going after
We'd be free at last
And we can make the anthem

I am whatever you want me to be
Ya
Think imma killa then push me to see
The
Colors im painting the blood on the leaves
Ain't
Nothing as real as what you can't believe

I am whatever you want me to be
Ya
Think imma killa then push me to see
The
Colors im painting the blood on the leaves
Ain't
Nothing as real as what you can't believe