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letra de i feel like myself now (true potential) - juryan goode

[hook:]
top of the game, tried to blow my brains, it didn’t work
that’s the truth on how i really got my name
thinking about my dad performing with his art, writing music is the only thing that keeps me alive
besides the games that he bought that remind me of him
my life is a game, where i begin
when i die, i know i’ll be walking him
’til then i’ll keep my eyes closed and focused on god

i can say i’m feeling like myself now
let the anger in my soul fuse with my heart now
cuz my past life makes me like i ain’t sh-t now
even though my friends say zack, you are the sh-t now

i can say i’m feeling like myself now
let the anger in my soul fuse with my heart now
because my past life makes me like i ain’t sh-t now
let me show why i say i ain’t really sh-t now

[verse:]
lost my dad at the age 14
forced to be a man at the age 14
tried to k!ll myself at the age 14
i said m-th-f-ck school at the age 14
could been the sh-t at the age 15
got my -ss f-cking kicked through my years of a teen
started talking sh-t to my mom at 16
first mixtape at the age 17
almost got k!lled by some n-gg-s in the streets
no scholarships at age 18
got in college by the age 19
turned 20, my mixtape just hit the streets
the zack burner trilogy on 4/20
in cell 20, at the age 20
mama said drew, you don’t listen to me
now you stay there, i don’t really care
i spent 7 days in cell 20
writing lyrics on how i’mma come back in the streets
got so m-th-f-kin mad that i cry on my beats
took a f-cking lot of time to get the f-ck off of the streets
get back f-cking home, mama on that bullsh-t
i was supposed to go perform, she said i don’t give a sh-t
you stay yo -ss home, do the right thing
i said i’ll stay home, but i’m doing my thang
her diabetic boyfriend that was enough
he’s a pain in the -ss, everyday he will fuss
mama talk a lot of sh-t saying i cuss too much
that’s the only thing i can do cuz i love you too much
i pick up your gun, cuz i said i had enough
run to my bathroom, then…
i looked at the gun, mad as sh-t, pulled the trigger, what i remember was the bullet smoked my ear, what the f-ck, i’m alive?
why the f-ck i cannot die?
what is the f-cking reason i still am alive?
why the h-ll did i wake up from a daydream of flashback with the bullet in my hand with some blood on my shirt?
my hand, fingertips, get smoked, holding the bullet, got permanent burn marks above my right ear
still i live to be reborn and alive, i really shouldn’t have no fear…
n-body gives a f-ck ’bout m-th-f-kin tears
just because of the fact i couldn’t live my years
i turn 21, bustin’ juugs in the streets
life with no father, young man on the streets
ask for something one time, a lot of n-gg-s got beef
had to live through a struggle, i couldn’t really eat
slept a couple nights in the m-th-f-kin park
my family cussed me out, why the f-ck you in the park
i knocked on your door, 2 o clock in the dark
mama kicked me out, so i slept in the park
they don’t really give a d-mn, i cry in the dark
all my life i’ve been nice, i blame my f-ckin heart
they say i’m in the game, my life is on pause
i don’t really know why, somebody pressed start
jesus, ignite the flame my soul
traumatized by your light, i wanna go home
so sick of the world, there’s dark in my soul
so young as a man, a man with no soul
he hides in the dark, his heart is pure gold
so pure are his words, his words are so cold
no soul in a man, a man with no words
so cold are his words, his words have no soul
just facts, he relax, young man with no kids
k!lling himself by slowly smoking blacks
to be the age 21 and simply state facts
juryan, the one they really call zack
so focused and determined to really not look back
all i have is my dead sister’s raps
when a n-gg- talk sh-t, it makes me suicidal
i listen to god, cuz he is my idol
i’m a m-th-f-kin god, god of wavedash
wrote over 7000 songs on my life being bad
i listen to the wave, that’s how i rap fast
if a n-gg- talk sh-t, his beat will get thrashed
no remorse, that’s a corpse, i body bag trash
hate me all you want, yo flow is still -ss
be a m-th-f-ckin man, and battle me n-gg-
you n-gg-s wanna diss, just meet me on the pad

[hook:]
on top of the game, tried to blow my brains, it didn’t work
that’s the truth on how i really got my name
thinking about my dad performing with his art, writing music is the only thing that keeps me alive
besides the games that he bought that remind me of him
my life is a game, where i begin
when i die, i know i’ll be walking him
’til then i’ll keep my eyes closed and focused on god

i can say i’m feeling like myself now
let the anger in my soul fuse with my heart now
cuz my past life makes me like i ain’t sh-t now
even though my friends say zack, you are the sh-t now
i can say i’m feeling like myself now
let the anger in my soul fuse with my heart now
because my past life makes me like i ain’t sh-t now
let me show why i say i ain’t really sh-t now

- juryan goode

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