Conversation with self
How you gon' save the world when you can't save yourself
Okay I gotta leave the crib and pave a way myself
You're so caught up in the moment you don't keep in touch
How's your family doing? You ain't keeping up
I can feel the conversation creeping up
It's time we talk about it you ain't speaking up
Naw fuck that you don't speak enough
But if it's someone else's problem you turn preacher huh
And it seems the only part that you keep leaving out
Is when you need help in return and they ain't reaching out
Everybody wants but never gives
How you been alive but never lived
Let's talk about yourself man you ain't shit
So many questions let me ask about your kid
How you like being a father? A role model
Watch your actions everything you do he follows
Cherish the moment cause nothings promised tomorrow
Okay you're 28 now it's time to go harder
Be at peace with his mother I don't want no problems
She's doing all the heavy lifting you got no conscience
Better hope this music works cause you got no options...
I talk to myself
I count on myself
Somebody please help
I need something else
I talk to myself
I'm in need of somebody
Help me please, help me please
Okay they see you smiling all the time
But you don't talk about that shit that you got on your mind
And when you're all alone you try to tell me that you're fine
I know you better than anyone, fuck you telling lies
Where your friends at nigga why they ain't checking on you
You just a phone call away and they chose to exit on you
Anxiety can make the world feel like they stepping on you
I always told you never let it rob your blessings from you
I know you care bout your niggas I always see you with em
But I see them all eating and you ain't eating with em
I guess it's karma for the times you couldn't reason with em
Man fuck your vision ain't nobody else believing in it
It's falling apart I do what the family needs
I'm tryna put it back together I'm missing a piece
I can't fail I just needed all them to believe
For now I count the leaves on my family tree
You're a terrible friend somebody talking truth to you nigga
At first hand you seen what a death can do to her nigga
She needed a shoulder and you ain't even use it my nigga
Her pops died how the fuck you miss the funeral nigga
Yea that line burns and I hope you fucking felt it
You only care about yourself and you can't fucking help it
But she was there for you through all the things you fucking dealt with
Vice versa, both ways don't be so fucking selfish
And what about your pops? You don't call him a lot
He tells you come to the church but you'd rather just not
Do the little thing he asks for but instead you'd rather grab your passport
And leave the country, ain't it funny
How we take everyone for granted
Until that shit gets taken from us god damn it
Now it's a simple concept, do you understand it
Give the flowers to them while they can still have it
I, pray for my momma dark clouds is what she walks through
I, I pray she gets whatever that she puts her heart to
There's more to say for whenever I give you part two
But I'll be back when I need somebody to talk to
I talk to myself
I count on myself
Somebody please help
I need something else
I talk to myself
I'm in need of somebody
Help me please, help me please