See I ain’t tryna die rich and alone
Immortalize my soul inside a poem
I speak what’s in my heart until it’s home
If I ain’t finish at the top, call it half-dome
See I’m a poet but I never bleed
Cause all that does is make it hard to read
The poems that I write are mustard seeds
Growing way too tall, nobody sees
I ain’t a rapper just a dude with feelings
Soft to the touch but takes a lot to feel me
I ain’t been through much but been through ceilings
Glass half empty, half full, full of feeling
See I ain’t tryna die rich and alone
Immortalize my soul inside a poem
I speak what’s in my heart until it’s home
If I ain’t finish at the top call it half-dome
Heavenly Father why’re you so far away x2
Heavenly Father am I gon’ die today
Heavenly Father pray my blues away
Friends call me Casablanca cause I’m bad with hoes
This little piggy went berserk, too many toes
The big bad wolf come with way too many woes
Taking two puffs and he takes, he takes a blow
See I ain’t tryna die rich and alone
Immortalize my soul inside a poem
Come inside my heart, make it a home
Let me finish at the top, explore the globe
Waiting til I reach the top and fall
Got no bounce, but I’m just tryna ball
Back when I played the court I wasn’t all that
Success is coming quick I’m tryna fall back
See I ain’t tryna die rich and alone
Immortalize my soul inside a poem
Come inside my heart, make it a home
If I ain’t finish at the top call it half-dome
Heavenly Father why’re you so far away x2
Heavenly Father am I gon’ die today
Heavenly Father pray my soul to take
See one day you’re gonna see me straight up in the news
No faking, no photos, no unintentional nudes
See I’m just tryna paint a picture for these
troubled dudes
Who think they need the world tied up just like their tennis shoes
Cause if the eyes are just a window to the barren soul
Then look behind mine and you’ll find you’ll see another door
That leads to better days, better flows, another way of being and another way to grow
See I’ve been put through the ringer, been put through the fire
Through gnashing of teeth, frustration, and screaming ire
I know what’s it like to be pushed down and tired
I know what it’s like to call God a liar
Give me your tired, your hungry, your poor, your weak
I’ll feed ‘em for 40 days, 40 nights, 7 weeks
I come straight from the suburbs, culdesac, not the streets
But my mind a third world country, wartorn, and downbeat
See
You got ego in your ways
You do what you think you should
You need to slow your pace
(x2)
And I’m so misrepresented by voices that’s in my head
That’s telling me I’ma get it
(x2)
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All rights to Isaiah Rashad, SZA, and D. Sanders.
Lyrics by Nathan Mosher, mixed by Tom Bajoras.
