End Up

Lyrics

[Hook]: Ooh I end up looking wild If you would talk to me End up seeing lies Eyes fall to my feet End up so confused Please say who got me End up so confused Please say who got [Verse 1]: This my journal entry number 45 In the AM 4:45 Causing mayhem with a gray pen, I'm fortified Can't seem to think of the right words So I'm painting another portrait I'm Mortified But if anybody asks, I'm more than fine Why you gotta be murdered to be immortalized? That's the question That's been pressing me Asking if you have to step to the Rhythm of another man who set the scene Feeling that I'm getting back is telling me, that Faith is just a way to justify The things we can't explain but must provide And stay so damn complacent, trust the sky Stay some damn complacent, done with lies But then again, man Why am I never questioning, when Things end up working out for me, like he looking out for me Feeling so conflicted If I restore that faith Will the weight that stays on shoulders lift? It's way too hard to say but I'm lost in a daze and closing vision Stumble right through shutter island I am my worst enemy Humbled by the shit that I've been Fighting 2017 Sins and secrets buried 6 feet deep inside my memory Begin to see that resurrecting and accepting these'll set me free [Hook]: Ooh I end up looking wild If you would talk to me End up seeing lies Eyes fall to my feet End up so confused Please say who got me End up so confused Please say who got [Verse 2]: This my journal entry number 46, stop and write Fortune is unfortunate if genius will cost a price Or maybe I'm spending my 2 cents buying into false ideas But this start of fear is crawling here right up my wind pipe If this mind of mine is a vehicle for thought and sight How long before the van goes (Van Gogh) off the edge on this starry night And the front door snaps and blows like right off it's hinges Crash dummy smacked back and forth till he tossed and bent in Ways so unnatural think he lost his senses Now, straight jacket strapped in cold stuck with four syringes Ah Is it the curse of creativity that cause imagination to bare claws then break out it's cage and spar Then Consume me like it did to Vincent, please no How do I spit this foul line without a free throw 'Cause nothing is free No handouts be thrown in ten ways They want me to play and move bold and bull headed like MJ but [Bridge]: Twenty three is not my number It's just the world Thinks that I am the one But this kid has just begun But this kid has just begun [Hook]: Ooh I end up looking wild If you would talk to me End up seeing lies Eyes fall to my feet End up so confused Please say who got me End up so confused Please say who got [Verse 3]: This my journal entry number 47 Last page in my diary Tryna speak for just a quarter second Past days I've been finding peace Now Im seeing that I'm more than blessed and Can't say for sure that I'm complete But finally I feel my soul progressing Funny how naive you gotta be to Lean Back And expect something to catch and caress you and ease that Stress and grief, but best believe it still brought you to all fours Now you set all belief in yourself and then Fall Forward Disconnected, dying trust for the higher ups But you a prideful one Thought you didn't need no help, so defiant but Eventually the burden starts hurting, insides are crushed Eventually burden starts burning till your mind combusts Really thought you had a chance, at a glance That's too bad, here come the ambulance and the firetruck Can't command where you end up, but the plan is to End Up By that I mean past the land with no sky above I don't believe what I know and I don't know what I believe But what I need is to have faith that things will come together sooner Than later, can't place all of my faith in a God or in my name, all I got is my Faith in the Future [Steve Jobs excerpt cont.]