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done with the world ii. - byron henderson lyrics

[pre-verse]
haunted by the memories of you in this life
man, i’ve met so many dudes that were jealous of me
i’m trying to get it together and focus on doing what’s right
but i swear to god, i don’t even know what’s expected of me
naharah was the death of me, life never meant less to me
had to sit through your worst, while you just begged for the best of me
you made a mess of me, and honestly couldn’t care less for me being trapped
or the fact my dead best friend keeps texting me
it ain’t real, and i won’t fail
i’m taking my life back, and that’s destiny
i’ve got to go
i’ve got to go…

[verse 1]
i see we’re still k!lling each other, wait, scratch that
seems we ain’t feeling each other, wait, scratch that
see i’ve been a victim of struggle
i’ve been a victim, but doubled down on my mission
yet trouble followed maliciously, bagbak
pictures i paint are hollow like tips that fill you with sorrow
similar to what i spit cause you gon feel it tomorrow
my plan a is my plan b
still got some fight left, so tell death fore i bite dust, i’ll be sure to be all i can be
it’s gun shot after gun shot
from where heaven and hades meet, the liquor and gun shops
guarantee if you ain’t hit with a stray, then your lungs stop
they walk around blind lacking visual impairment, but there’s nowhere to run now
they want us to ignore the chem trails and every life lost to them’s a solar flare to end trails
i remember years ago, i was back then twelve
people skiing down bunny slopes, had to inhale, wait
even as a kid you were suicidal, you know that
you never had to say it’s do or die though, cause you would show that
but you’re sure that overdosing on your thoughts ain’t how you want to go out
that’s why you’d look in the mirror like don’t you hold back feelings
you were always a leader, the beat’s a canvas
whenever you spit, you paint mona lisa, the features damaged
they treat you like you’re crazy, but some times you have to prove it
in order to show you’re smart and you’re winning, you have to lose it
how crucial was rina?
how crucial is aaliyah to your focus?
how crucial were vale, hali, nay & binky to your hope?
or was it hopelessness
the former you never thought you would know
even in summer heat, dudes you went to school with made it snow
as for your old friends, and the old you
you know, the byron that would feel things
real things, he even tried to conceal pain back in the day
they said it was weak to show
masculinity’s what you need to show
so hardest out as if i was the seed of john q
funny how fast all your past demons can find you
ain’t got a clue how y’all ain’t got a clue about my suicidal tendencies
and all i’ve got to do to prove that you are not my enemy
usually they say your success is normally based on perspective
when i’m spitting, i’m doing more than just venting
respect comes as a blessing from peers
but how’s it in your best interest if you don’t know their intentions?
maybe my paranoia gets the best of me
or maybe that’s my conscience trying to save me unexpectedly
been locked away so long, no longer have a life expectancy
kels, aaliyah, rina, what i see in them’s a better me
say you get one moment in life to be great
but i’m living proof, you get as many moments as you can make
never know how good your fortune is
till you see the people you grew up with still at the starting point like they don’t exist
ain’t nothing but a bunch of drug abuse and homicide
i mean, there’s such a lack of peace that even drama’s tired
if i had it, i would probably throw my pride aside
tell my old friends i love them, tell them byron tried
i still feel as if i need to have words with you
a few times, went seth rollins on the curb for you
in due time, if i ever cease to exist, and i perish
the kid you cherished, example of what these burdens do
oh pardon me
if you need me, just call on me
all these burdens
wait up, i really meant demons are all i see
when i think of kels and aaliyah
looking into a mirror, i see those two in every way, every hue and every shade
they’re the yin to my yang, the good within the badness
i’ve got this old picture with val from summer bridge
but that was a burning bridge due to battles that i was having
imagine me sobered up that year, without the baggage
i mean val, you ought to know i’m pr-ne to self destruct
to think they think i only care about my selfish luck
but way back when we were friends, i had your back until the end
that’s ironic cause i ain’t even trust myself with trust
i told y’all i would never succ-mb, even if it came with consequences
climbed out of that slump with good intentions
that’s when i realized things would never be the same
because i know who i love, but i barely feel a thing

[hook]
for the love of the money?
for the l-st?
for the cars?
listen, you ain’t gotta stunt, dawg
you ain’t gotta stunt, dawg
nah, you ain’t gotta stunt, dawg

not afraid of you just because you have a gun, dawg
you can shoot first, and you’ll feel like a man up until your time comes, dawg
tell them i won’t last forever

[interlude]
this process helped me realize that people are borderline terrified to look at themselves in the mirror. they don’t like that. odds are, they won’t like what they see. when i look in the- hold on…

- byron henderson lyrics

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