Find My Way (feat. Robin Andre)

Nowhere to go down these deadend roads

I try to flee just to free my soul

Intersection, which way to go?

I don't know

(I don't know)

I tried the highways but the highways closed

(Closed)

Now I'm blinded by dusty roads

(Roads)

Uncertain which way to go

To find my way back home to Texas

(Home)

Cheah

I want you to walk with me

I done been through a lot of struggles

Lot of ups and downs

Y'all think it's a cakewalk

Tell me why

I can't see where I'm goin', no

(I can't see where I'm goin')

When everybody else sees

Where I'm comin' from

(Comin' from Houston, you know where I'm from)

And I don't know why

(I don't know)

I travel down these deadend roads

I gotta turn this car around

(But I'ma make it)

And find my way home

Ay, when you listen to my music do you feel my shit?

Look, I don't need punchlines 'cause I live my shit

A lot of cats sellin' they soul for radio play

That's why we need more rappers like Common and Kanye

**** scared to be broke so they fake it to make it

If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest

Back in the days I would get caught for truancy

But now I'm puttin' money back in my community

I took my homies out the hood, now they got jobs

'Cause there's more to life than dodgin' cop cars

I played the block hard, now I play the pop charts

But now I'm getting dumb money 'cause I got smart

Tell me why

I can't see where I'm goin', no

When everybody else sees

Where I'm comin' from

And I don't know why

I travel down these deadend roads

I gotta turn this car around

And find my way home

(Cheah, cheah, cheah)

Ay, yo, I never seen a man cry till I seen a man die

So when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes

'Cause I been through it all and my scars prove it

'Cause when it come to that paper, homie I'ma do it

I just rhyme part time, you better know it

These lines comin' from my mind so I never wrote it

I keep my 9 by my spine but I never show it

Yeah, I'm addicted to pine but I never grow it

And the reason I got signed, 'cause I'm a poet

Half of my **** doin' time but I'm focused

That's why I'm stayin' on the grind if you haven't noticed

That old '99 transformed to a Lotus

Tell me why

I can't see where I'm goin', no

When everybody else sees

Where I'm comin' from

And I don't know why

I travel down these deadend roads

I gotta turn this car around

And find my way home

(Cheah, cheah, cheah)

When ya new album drop, everybody ya friend

**** actin' like they down but I know they pretend

I used to scrape up money for studio time

I'm like Jay-Z, homie, I remember my rhymes

Ain't nobody help me out when my cash was low

My bills comin' too fast so I had to blow

And I walked by faith, not by sight

'Cause I know G-O-D will guide me right

I take the bitter with the sweet, I know you feel my pain

Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane?

I ain't tryna preach to ya but I hope you relate

'Cause even at a deadend you gotta find your way, okay, okay

Tell me why

I can't see where I'm goin', no

When everybody else sees

Where I'm comin' from

And I don't know why

I travel down these deadend roads

I gotta turn this car around

And find my way home

I'd like to dedicate this track to my grandparents

They stuck by a **** through thick and thin

Even when I started doin' this rap music

They was givin' me money to go to the studio to do my demos

Long as I got my family, I'm straight

They gon' be around even if I ain't got a hit

You dig what I'm sayin'?

So even at a deadend you gotta find your way

Free Zero, welcome home, brother man