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letra de last stand - mista ill

[verse 1: holo]
man, where do i start
i put my heart in the art, but i feel like it’s starting to fall apart
my pulse is low, it’s so hard to grow when you’re in the dark
it used to be a walk in the park, when it was for fun
but then i started to raise the stakes like i live in a farm
now the pressure’s on, now i gotta make an even better song
on and on it goes, all i know is there ain’t no limit like the autobahn
and i got the drive to wave ‘hi’ as i fly by all the other guys
but for some reason, i’m still stuck in the driveway, d-mn
and i don’t got the time to get you up to speed and explain why
don’t take a f-cking trained eye to see why i’m so ‘fraid of that highway
i’m that type of guy that things don’t go my way, so why even f-cking try it?
i feel like even if i did try, i’d be lying to myself
and they tell me to get some help, i don’t gotta do it on my own
but i feel like if i do, then won’t be n0body that i owe
and even if someone tried to stick a f-cking handout
i’d just dap em up and then go out yelling ‘man down’

[chorus]
if there was no one left but me and you
and the world was tumbling down
only ’cause i be here next to you
i promise you that i’ll be around
baby, you should know you can count on me
when it gets rougher, it go up and just leave ya
when it comes down to it, baby, i need ya
wanna be a man til the very last stand

[verse 2: retrac]
looking at my youtube channel thinking i’m the best
haven’t recorded in a couple months, i’m in debt
sitting here in front of my microphone
tryna make something happen, but lately i’m slacking
but i’m trying, trying to find some inspiration
for my grinding, on my instagram i’m saying that i’m grinding
but i’m fighting, i got nothing to say
and i got nothing to prove
but godd-mn, look at my page
and look at- look at the views
like i gotta be going, i overcome all the oddicy boats
and i’m ’boutta snap, i’m always looking at snake and the bat
keeping it going, i start to attach
thinking that one day – i’ll have, like, a million racks
feeding my family, filling it up like a cavity
felt like a loser, but that’s in the past, yo
i was down but i got out of it
don’t you ever try to be someone, you ain’t like counterfeit
everybody feels down, you gotta get out of it
everyone goes through it, and that’s just how it is

[verse 3: mista ill]
i wanna be a man until the very last stand
cause i do it til i make it, now i’m fighting til the end
used to fake it til i make it, now i never go pretend
gotta keep it real, tired of having fake friends
i was depressed, so now, wanna put all the things out
cause they using me for the money and the hard work i’ve been put out
so i putting all my problems to things that i write
don’t care it’s right or wrong, i want everything to be alright
cause i was never good to my family
and my brother beat the cr-p out of me
cause i’m black, they white, it’s what they see
and my mom never had faith in me
so i changed, but still, what did i get?
all the blame, depressed and i keep regret
from my past, that i wish i was dead
but i can’t ’cause i don’t want to go to h-ll
so, i’m sick of it and now i’m moving on
and stay away from all the drama that been keep on going on
and i believe that i can do it like i’m fast in ramadan
so i gotta go fast like i’m in the marathon

- mista ill

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