Lyrics Letterman - Silas Price

Hard times don't last forever
Keep going!
And no one owes you anything
Except for yourself.

Be better, man
(Keep Going!)
I been feeling like a freshman making varsity and I just got the letterman

Used to be shy cause my accent, high pitch voice, speech impediment
Been to hell and back so many times with the message with
I'm heaven sent but lately I been so damn hesitant
Surrounded by bare minimum, give a little, pessimists
Closed off some relatives, swear I tried to let them in
I was passive aggressive then
Music and social media was only way to express the shit
Man enough to say sometimes it was on some messy shit
So nonchalant now you would think I'm on some sedatives
Ashamed of how alcohol and weed became my medicine
I know I have a spark, been wired in, I'm on some electric shit
As the nucleus, electrons try to take you out your element
Even if you surrounded by all the negatives
Start seeing all of the envy and jealousy
A Young King really made a come up off of his peasant tricks
Know I gotta represent, no politics
Used to hold grudges but I'm off the shit
Karma be at they neck, coming full circle like a collar did
I remember working at Sonic late for some dollar tips
I remember drumming, just praying to just to keep my scholarships
Trying to achieve the goals that my mother and my father set

The next time you see me
Hold Me, (Need You to Hold Me)
I need you to hold me
(Next time you hold me)
Cause I'm not me
I'm not me
I'm not me

Be a better man
(Write another Letter, Man)
And I been feeling like a freshman making varsity and I just got a letterman

Used to doubt myself but now it's definite
This the stage of the journey where the lessons hit
I been making a comeback, I been fighting off a deficit
No longer tip-toeing around the feelings that are delicate
New hoes been begging to have a connection with
Me, saying that I should be way more affectionate
Most of my feelings have been buried in the sediment
Highly selective with the women that I'm sexing with
I been moving on, but still focused on my destiny
Hmm.
Don't beat around the bush, more direct with it
Feeling like a Post Office, these males I been addressing shit
Used to have the guns blazing, now I keep the weapon hid
No longer wasting energy on things that are irrelevant
No longer take advice from people who be embellishing
Been to hell and back so many times, I owe the Devil rent
Seen the grace of God so many times, I let the blessings sit
Counted and ruled out so many times, check your measurements
Seen what you been working on, mhmm, that shit is embarrassing
They see my new confidence and take it as me arrogant
You think you something special, well bitch, I am a specialist
If you put me down, gas me up, like a pedal bitch

Creative and intelligent
Got me writing verses,
Sounding like the (Next time you see me) New Testaments
I'll lay all the chips down on me if I have to bet on it (Hold Me)
I play the hand I was dealt and my lucky number 7 bitch
(Need you to hold me) when Darkness and Depression hit
I ain't talking cause (cause I'm not me)
Ain't no bonus package coming (I'm not me) with this severance
I just go ahead-- oh nah
Keep Going
Keep Going
Sincerely, (write another Letter, Man) Silas