Metaphor

Yeah, turn my headphones down a little bit
Yeah, valid
Took the time to write these lines and found my mind
Is tryna hide the pain inside I don't know why it's tryna lie
And push aside that side and find a place to slide behind and blind me
From the fact that I recognize that this is by design
It's time to let it go, get it out, set it free, air it out
Spread it's wings outside it's cage then fly away like hair that's out
Of place which is ironic cause it's like nobody hears me out
Well that's a stretch sometimes it just won't gel that well
And at that point it's not something to care about
I know I'm rambling, right now confiding in people feels like I'm gambling
Cause I don't know if they gon' use what I tell em as ammo if we argue
So when they ask me what's wrong my mind be scrambling
People treat your life like Jordan 1's barely there for the lows
But love the highs, try to get profit off of it when they know
That it's hot but when it's done you questioning if they your bros
Shit, I guess that's how it goes
Now it figures I'm climbing a mountain, swimming through rivers
For people who won't do shit for me or even consider
And that's where me and them differ
Cause I can't lead em to that water and also amount to something way bigger
Than they would ever do in terms of favors
If they were led to that water it would turn poison and no longer be safe for
Somebody to cater to em
But then they blame me for no longer giving my service and say there's nobody faker to em
Shit, they'll catch the metaphor
We're on our test to world peace, that's what I'm meta for
If she can't be my world, peace, don't know what I met her for
She passed up a dime and then she met a four
I'm dominant as Megazord, I dominate competitors
That's where my mind at
Vietnam how I'm selfish
Trained to think bout where mine at
I'm looking out for me just tryna make sure I'm straight
Keeping your eyes open doesn't always help you die late
Running the streets will always get your life taken for good
Because the grim reaper always keeps his face in the hood
Ready to snatch your soul and then to make it worse
In the garden all the good roses are taken first
I'm learning new things in my life that's shaping my perspective
I no longer share a lot but when I do I'm quite selective
These are thoughts that I've denied, yeah these are my rejections
In my songs I see myself, yeah these are my reflections
Shit, yeah, something to think about, tell y'all