Him....working....

I’m not sad about the fact that we failed

I’m disappointed of the fakeness that unveiled

I held you up to standards set so high

But you couldn’t even see the pressure you could apply

You could set the world on fire

Use your intelligence to create and inspire

It’s sad to see a beautiful soul surrender

To the fetishes, the vices, and all the splendor

Of all the worldly things sent to distract us

Trying to tell everyone your worth, nigga that’s pretentious

Caught up in all the hype 

Forgot you could be the next prototype

You’re blending right in when you could be a lot better

But learning you was more pointless than a chain letter

I should’ve kept you in that angelic light

The one where you the winner, the white knight

You were able to save society

Instead you’re out here battling sobriety

You should be the one paving new ways

Inspiring kids and leading the strays

Showing them exactly what it takes

And teaching them to move on beyond their mistakes

That everyone deserves a chance in this game

But the man got to you, what a shame

Facade... working....

Its all a façade

Everybody catching bods

But despite all the company we keep

No one seems to say anything too deep

Everyone is in some kind of pain

But don’t no one know how to explain

What goes on inside of their hearts

Everyone around them ain’t doing their part

It takes a village to raise kids

But for people to help each other it seems like God forbids

They don’t wanna see you doing better than them

But we can all be crème de la crème

In our own paths and lanes we create

Can’t we see, we can all be great

Theres a place for each and everyone of us

Money to be made, out here it’s a surplus

But everyone trying to be like the next

Posing for IG, only focused on showing up their ex

We lost sight of what really matters

Seeing all the lost souls, my heart shatters

Praying for the simpler times

When we weren’t over exposed to each other’s crimes

Back in the day when didn’t have 1000 people at our fingertips

As soon as a problem arises, we jumping ships

On to the next one

You barely got to know son

I wish we could all just listen to each other

Understand that we’re all somebody’s sister or brother

That we all have our own story to tell

That we all have our own battles through hell

We all have our demons and fears

We all pushing through emotions and tears

Love or Respect? ...working....

Do you wanna be loved or do you wanna be respected

I watch niggas on IG

Sipping liquor, like its from an IV

Hoes every other night

Popping bottles and getting right

In the morning its back to his family

He’s got a daughter and wife in reality

The people who see him best

Know better than to believe the rest

He’s smiling, telling his wife he love her

Show her off to the same bitches he put before her

When his daughter grows up and starts to understand

Will he step up and be a better man?

Morning after morning, night after night

Succumbing to the vices, giving up the good fight

The fight that we fight to replenish the soul

Not realizing all the fakes in his circle is taking a toll

This life we keep living just ain’t the way

The habits that we practice don’t match what we pray

Do we wanna be loved or do we wanna be respected?

If we chose the latter, can we stand being neglected?

Or do we need the love and approval of others

Do we need to know we got the support of our brothers

Or can we walk alone and forge our own path

Can we walk through opposition and feel the devil’s wrath

What will we do when there’s nothing left

The hoes, the clothes, life took by theft

Do we wanna be loved or do we wanna be respected?

Or will we stop when the whole world’s infected

And there’s no more fun to be had

Will buddy stand up and be a dad

Or will it be too late to start making amends

Because his daughter is older and started following trends

Just like he did when he had more power

Now she won’t listen, and he watched the world devour

His most prized possession that he loved so much

She don’t want a word from him, not even a crutch

Now the hurt he’s feeling is too much to bare

Now the only person who matters doesn’t even care.