On My Own

[Verse 1: Nino Bless] Walk with me, put on these shades so you ain't blinded by the city lights I'll show you what it's really like Cross with me, lets jay walk through a street Where they'd shoot police before they choose to flee Your stock shoots through the roof when there's proof how you lead Guess I move too discrete to have you too intrigued Well what's destiny? They say shit happens when it's meant to be Words like this had me at the point of infidelity Spending nights lonely laid with some broad Though I could stare in the mirror, wasn't facing my flaws I'm trying to have a conversation with God To ask him why in the hell he gave satan a job Lord tell me why an innocent child could die sick While the most corrupt fuckers grow old and die rich Its ambiguous, I studied your whole sinners list But hoes, money and trolls control this whole syndicate The more riches, the more clearer the picture gets So guess where I'm sitting when all I see is the silhouette I can't lie that leaves a dim effect Know the stairway to success but I just had to take some different steps A bit depressed, but never the less it's worth the level of stress To rebel against, and lean my back on this fence Hence my stance here, don't tell me to stand clear I already fell in this mess, let me settle my debt [Hook: Ness Lee] Spent all night long, trying to right my wrongs There's no way around it cause that bitch named karma yeah she bound to come along And we all her pawns You could look for me but I'm gone Said I'm gone, yeah i'm gone If you don't hear from me, don't worry, don't be alarmed I'm on my own, up on this lonely road I'm on my own, up on this lonely road I'm on my own [Verse 2: Nino Bless] Don't want no company yet I'm inviting criticism Trying to enlighten yet I might ingnite some cynicism Some kids'll listen like "are u hearing the shit he's spittin?" While some others like "who gives a fuck this isn't selling" I'm in a hopeless setting, but its all copacetic Edit a movie of real life, the villian's always winning And thats the ending, roll the credits Nope, Marvel flick, the hero's last scene then this show is finished I'm noticing this trend that grows each minute Where we praise thugs but nobility ain't considered Whats a real man, one who wins a fight? What about the one who walked away to go home to his kids & wife? Thats pussy right? What's a guy who knocked a guy out? That doesn't take his son to school because he spent the night out? Or doesn't know his child at all, ignoring his baby momma Now who's more of a man if the guy he dropped is a great father Hey, when will we grade honor? When did we obsess over names like Dolce & Gabbana? Card swiping while the debt gets extreme Cause buying things is a way we uplift our self esteem Let me set the theme, Edward Bernays in reverse Play this verse and you could say you at church Amen, hallelujah, I'm not the guider for ya I'm just a guy with a mic recorder trying to get his life in order Mind's filled with horror like survivors from Aurora Trying to make up for my wrongs like Tom Sawyer Time just ain't on my side Nah, my impact might multiply 9 times after I die So i'm now talking to somebody in 20 five 0...Oh sorry if the present is set aside And I know one things for certain As soon as Karma's diary's open its curtains