Too Young

I'm too young to feel this way
I'm too young to feel this pain
Grew up fast okay, okay
All these thoughts inside my brain
I can't think, I can't sleep
I can't eat, now what that mean
I can't think, I can't sleep
I can't eat, now what that mean

Even in death, they try to paint you as someone you're not
They put you in a suit, then they stuff you in a box
That's not me, that's not me, no, that's not me
When I'm inside of the casket, dress me as who I-I-I used to be
So give back my Jordans, give back my white tee
Give back my boxers and joggers and my hoodie
Don't label me as that goody-goody
Always stood out and got labeled as a rookie
Always thinking what could be, should be
Now y'all really turned me to a bully
We really gotta get over the stigma of having male pride
So much so that these young men die
So much so that their mamas cry
So much so that they turn to the guns and the drugs and the violence just to get some attention
That attention turns into power
That power turns them to a coward
If you're a man, you get looked down upon just for trying to go open up
You get discouraged and insecure
So what do you do, you run to the drugs
Thinking you're safe
Popping them pills just to get through the day
Killing yourself and you don't even know
By now you should know how everything goes
By now you should know how everything goes
Hold on, wait, hold on
Let's get a moment for Juice
Let's get a moment of silence

I'm too young to feel this way
I'm too young to feel this pain
Grew up fast okay, okay
All these thoughts inside my brain
I can't think, I can't sleep
I can't eat, now what that mean
I can't think, I can't sleep
I can't eat, now what that mean
I'm too young to feel this way
I'm too young to feel this pain
Grew up fast okay, okay
All these thoughts inside my brain
I can't think, I can't sleep
I can't eat, now what that mean
I can't think, I can't sleep
I can't eat, now what that mean

I need to leave
I need to recharge
I gotta go
I've been doing this all on my own
Convinced that we ain't making it past 21 damn
If that's true, I got two more years to become the family man
You know the one as a helping hand
Dying inside, I'm like, help me man
It's so hard to wanna take a stand against the cycle
Depression easily my rival
All the windows and the doors are closed
Boxed in with nowhere else to go
But I'm too young or that's what they say
They hate everybody that's my age
For being too reckless
But then I ask, where is the guidance
I ask them that question, I only get silence