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letra de the calm - chris patrick

[intro]
and as i mention a powerful coastal storm is bringing heavy rain and strong wins across portions of the northeast today
[?] pummled parts on new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and-
uh

[verse]
i got to be honest with me for the sake of development
most of people i lost
i done lost to the cost of embracing my selfishness
convinced that i’m chosen
excuse my behavior
been telling the people i [?]
[?] say i was f-cked to the point even therapy couldn’t even save mе
i know i’m a narccisist rocking a cloth of a selfish soul
truth is i wanna be greatеr but playing a part is strong as i sell my soul
is there much sp-ce to comfortabe?
the gram make me look straight
in reality, ‘way that i live ain’t as wonderful
ain’t enough drugs in this world to take pain out my mind when my consciousness is cracking
ain’t enough sl-ts in the world validating i’m him cause my confidence lacking
ain’t enough funds in the world making up for the times when a promise ain’t happen
for them times that i gave out my word and reverse on the sentence that left my tongue
ashamed of myself cause i’m pressed to run
i hate how i act like [?] most of my problems whenever the weight of the pressure comes
not stabalized
initai mission was for changing lives
initial mission was for [?]
live ourselves amazing lives
choose myself over 80 times and i won’t forget it
instead of linking folk who needed me
chose my own survival and i don’t regret it
but i miss n-ggas
still thinking about my reckless days
still think about them now
crazy folk used to text away
lot of days i want to patch it up
i don’t even got the strength to say, “my bad i was wildin'”
pride got me feeling childish
i know that i need grow up in this b-tch but i know that i can’t change the past
i know i need time just to heal from the wounds i’ve inflicted from chaisng this cash
i thought meeting cole was the moment that’d make this sh-t worth it for all of the bag
but i met him and felt f-cking empty and realized that happiness ain’t really laugh
i’m starting to question what really matters
telling myself every sacrifice made was a step toward the sh-t that we’re really after
look around
who the f-ck left here to elevate?
outside my cxr n-ggas i don’t got a day one left with me to celebrate
gang activity been due to my ego
i watch as the gang had to seperate
i’m learning to cope
learning my flaws
learning forgiveness for times i was lost
learning to give up control by desire and placing my faith in the hands of above
learning to cherish the people i have
i’m learning to let go the people that’s gone
learning the only way n-ggas prepare for the storm is confessing their sins through the calm
fasho

- chris patrick

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