Conversation With Self

Conversation with self How you gon' save the world when you can't save yourself Okay I gotta leave the crib and pave a way myself You're so caught up in the moment you don't keep in touch How's your family doing? You ain't keeping up I can feel the conversation creeping up It's time we talk about it you ain't speaking up Naw fuck that you don't speak enough But if it's someone else's problem you turn preacher huh And it seems the only part that you keep leaving out Is when you need help in return and they ain't reaching out Everybody wants but never gives How you been alive but never lived Let's talk about yourself man you ain't shit So many questions let me ask about your kid How you like being a father? A role model Watch your actions everything you do he follows Cherish the moment cause nothings promised tomorrow Okay you're 28 now it's time to go harder Be at peace with his mother I don't want no problems She's doing all the heavy lifting you got no conscience Better hope this music works cause you got no options... I talk to myself I count on myself Somebody please help I need something else I talk to myself I'm in need of somebody Help me please, help me please Okay they see you smiling all the time But you don't talk about that shit that you got on your mind And when you're all alone you try to tell me that you're fine I know you better than anyone, fuck you telling lies Where your friends at nigga why they ain't checking on you You just a phone call away and they chose to exit on you Anxiety can make the world feel like they stepping on you I always told you never let it rob your blessings from you I know you care bout your niggas I always see you with em But I see them all eating and you ain't eating with em I guess it's karma for the times you couldn't reason with em Man fuck your vision ain't nobody else believing in it It's falling apart I do what the family needs I'm tryna put it back together I'm missing a piece I can't fail I just needed all them to believe For now I count the leaves on my family tree You're a terrible friend somebody talking truth to you nigga At first hand you seen what a death can do to her nigga She needed a shoulder and you ain't even use it my nigga Her pops died how the fuck you miss the funeral nigga Yea that line burns and I hope you fucking felt it You only care about yourself and you can't fucking help it But she was there for you through all the things you fucking dealt with Vice versa, both ways don't be so fucking selfish And what about your pops? You don't call him a lot He tells you come to the church but you'd rather just not Do the little thing he asks for but instead you'd rather grab your passport And leave the country, ain't it funny How we take everyone for granted Until that shit gets taken from us god damn it Now it's a simple concept, do you understand it Give the flowers to them while they can still have it I, pray for my momma dark clouds is what she walks through I, I pray she gets whatever that she puts her heart to There's more to say for whenever I give you part two But I'll be back when I need somebody to talk to I talk to myself I count on myself Somebody please help I need something else I talk to myself I'm in need of somebody Help me please, help me please