[Verse 1]
I’m bout to teach you what stress is
Stress is becoming best friends with the bathroom cause you were taught you were less than
Was loyal to my optics till I saw they’re only loyal to their pockets, and now it’s F your acceptance
I’ve gotta try to think of a better way to escape
I’ve got a terrible habit of telling myself, “Too late”
I promise, within the darkness, a little glimmer of hope
I’ve gotta become the Borax solution to break the mold
The question is detrimental, it’s paralyzing my soul
This vessel I’m in is a rental, I’m tethered
Whatever do you want from me
Or maybe you’re just warning me to never lay my head where I defecate for the better
But if y’all got the keys, tri-beam
I’m control, alt, deleting y’all fiends and your hype beast fever, listen
What if your favorite rapper worked for the Baphomet
You live for cancel culture, but somehow you’re still Catholic
Y’all ain’t christening right
And sure enough, your darkest sins will surface into the light
That’s common sense, follow the message, never the messenger
Closed mouths don’t get fed, but open mouths are overheard til there’s a game of “He said, she said”
Now he’s dead, yeah, street cred and few streams will get you maybe 15
That’s bullets and the amount of minutes he bled
Was killing beats in ‘01
Been owing y’all a throat slit, but now it’s me I owe one
A realer rapper, you don’t know one

[Hook 1]
A lot of things have changed since I came
I feel the only thing that stayed the same are the demons in my head
I don’t know who’s to blame, they won’t stop until I’m dead
You don’t see what I’m seeing, y’all are just here to nod to the beat of my heartache
Who’s down to meet their maker, whoa, I’m losing my thoughts, wait
Is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me?
Loved ones only

[Verse 2]
Who do I run to?
Cause y’all run to God when you seek advice
It’s a vice, I know
But my friends come to Byron to sleep at night
A lot of souls for sale
But if you’ve got a dream, you better follow it
When you buy that dream house is the only time you should remodel ish
I feel defeated, look around for Kels to help out
Dodging jail cells, yet I’m working on a bail out
See a lot of bad that’s been disguised to seem good
I’m down to set that flag ablaze like y’all did Greenwood
I’m just worried bout my baby girl
Cause nothing’s promised, and tomorrow’s only maybe, girl
Aaliyah, Kelsey, and Byron
These names go together like D&D
Two sides of the same dang coin, like BME
Not a thing I say is remorseful
But Kels has got my back and for that, I’ll give her my torso
Matter of fact, everything is what I’d give for them
Two people worth dying for, and to this day, I live for them
Dawg, I’ll tell you straight up

[Hook 2]
A lot of things have changed since I came
I feel the only thing that stayed the same are the demons in my head
I don’t care who’s to blame, they won’t stop until I’m dead
So until I’m dead, I’m stuck between a rock and New Orleans, a hard place
Who’s trying to see my greatness, I don’t know where to start, wait
Cause coming where I’m from, y’all can keep y’all guns
My only real fear growing up was to die young, but here I go

[Interlude]
For the second time in as many weeks, a Grand Jury has found the evidence is just not there to charge a white police officer in connection with the death of a Black civilian...
Over the past couple of weeks, several Black and Hispanic girls have gone missing in the Nation's capital... This news has garnered little attention... Some say the news coverage would be different if the girls were White...

[Verse 3]
Mommas crying, daughters missing
Sons dying on the curb, protect and serve
They thought he was gripping, fit the description
Sirens flashing
The judge’s gavel comes down, paid leave, they don’t think he’s guilty
That’s more heart break, more riots, more damage to where y’all stay, more violence
More hands up, don’t shoot me, more firing
Repeat the cycle til your tears dry, no more crying
Just more anger, more hatred, but more silence
More recordings on the news, so there’s more lying
More confusion, more division, no more trying
No more lyrics keeping hope alive, no more vibrance
Just more bribing who you vote for, so more nooses
More history washed away, more drug usage
Desensitize you to your trauma, like, why are you living?
Hop out the car, he’s yelling freeze, as your life is ending
To be continued…