Lately I don't feel a thang mama I'm Joe Swanson to the pain mama Tryna be a family guy But I'm bruce wayne mama Cold hearted I can feel the ice up in my veins mama Once they take the feeling, there ain't nothing they can take, mama My only saving grace was loving them anyway I see em with they 2 cents, gettin they pennies straight Knock em down, nigga I could do that shit any day I feel icky knowing I was playing they petty game Now I'm lookin at em like lil bro Just another misguided woman She ain't a lil hoe Lately I don't wallow I just be gettin a lil low And focus on the people around me that need a lil hope You punching me doin zero damage And I'm just watching you knowing I got a big advantage You all emotion, I get it, I used to be the same But maybe if you tell me what's hurting I probably understand it I fuckin love you won't you understand it Life is bout connection my nigga We take the stuff for granted They like israelsd Loading up another cannon Bombing everything in sight Don't care where the fuck it's landing So it's up to me to end the war Drawing up a treaty when I could easily send the force Cancelling the missiles, when I could easily let em soar Putting down the AK's, knowing that I could let em off I'm powerful beyond measure Always giving grace, I got a lot extra Hit you with a kind gesture Just for you stab me in the back and I don't mind ever Loving in this world that we live in is a blind effort When I see em coming for me Do I get surprised? Never Stepping to the sun Thinking they can make it shine lesser Diamond in the ruff Shine better when When applied pressure Hope you get the lesson same day Like I am prime member Take away that heavy burden From you like it's my pleasure Shoulder all the pain, still balling like I'm prime webber Hoping that you tune in to this message like a signed letter Live this shit like God sent ya I don't feel the shots I don't feel the jabs Did you need something You just gotta ask I don't get jealous Never in my bag Nothing really bothers me at all That shit get em mad Why you don't react Tell em they was wrong I left it up to god The sprinter truckin on Don't you feel the pain Honestly I don't Niggas still pissy over nothing And I let it go I saw your actions, made some observations I paid attention to your faces and your body language I watch em struggle with themselves And they moods They ain't never in control It's like water to the moon Let it go you win If you hate em back you lose It's a battle for your soul All the drama is a rouse If you sittin up depressed And they see that you a mess They forget the fight What they really want is coming true Smiling in the face of hate Something you could never take Inner joy Even at my lowest I'ma levitate Saw you pushing hella hate You just look pathetic mate Had to set the record straight Now let's sit and let it play