Blessings (feat. Annamarie Rosanio)

I hate to say it but it kills me, gives me more reason to lose sleep, every mess I've made, if i tell you that im hurting, would you hold me till it all ends, help me count my blessings babe

Missed calls at my family's funerals, while suits an jackets judge my new songs say they aint suitable, as if they know the type of music that pops, cause most these label artists need marketing dollars or flop, that's the difference between us, i did this all on my own, dont need a room full of writers, i put my pain in these songs,
While they flashing they cheque's rapping bout money sex im in aw, no wonder kids are depressed this game affecting us all, its funny everyones upset when you speaking the truth, but i wont stop spilling my guts inside of this booth, cause to us this is more than just some lyrics, this reality the struggles every single day we live with

Lately ive been drowning in stress, I spend all of my time inside just playing beats at my desk, hate saying these next words but ive been feeling depressed, have trouble dealing with some issues bottled up in my chest, i guess pouring myself in musics the way i cope, so much more than these clever songs y'all think are dope, I really lived every fucking line i ever wrote, an chose to share the stories so I could inspire hope, now it bothers me hearing all of this mainstream, cookie cutter its been the same since my late teens, cause to us this is more than just some lyrics, this reality the struggles every single day we live with fuck