Marcus Orelias - Book II Lyrics
(Verse 1: Marcus Orelias)In ’93 my uncle looked like Spike LeePre school days, I was told do the right thingI slowly became a victim of needless sufferingIf I recall right, my clocks right. I’m out at 3:35It goes back farther when father bought hologramJordan’s past ’95, I need to defy gravity thus farLivin in hell with expectations higherIn high school you’re taught to be flyOr be a fly by giants who don’t cry for weaklingsMy thoughts of having more, helps me sleepWith haunting feelings of not feeling completeI used to be ashamed, what I laced on my feetI blame the thirteen’s, only pair I touched til this dayFree me from conceit, anxiety and the painOf talking shoe releases; I’m striving on releasing…Pieces of me for all the times I felt left outMust be the lack of, why my dick stayed in a droughtShould I let go and start to drownHow you see me? Tell me how you see meWhen mirrors only reflect what you want to seeBelieve me(Hook)Marcus, always do the right thing (Book II)And that’s the truth. And tell the truthNever compromise stay true to youYou win some; you loose some (Book II)At least that’s what my mama and daddy saidNow, never let the attention get to your headJust listen, never shit in your own bed. (Book II)Face your fears as you climb highAnd always say what’s on your mindNo I’m not mad; I’m just passionate (Book II)Take this life lesson and live present momentIn the end you’re going to do what you gotta do (Book II)Just understand the consequencesOf your actions, Book II(Verse 2: Marcus Orelias)When it all falls down, it’ll fall into placeTalking real world shit but still no one relatesCause my attitude is ***** the system andAlot of homies don’t graduate from hallways plusMy homework’s missing, when its time to collectBut nobody checked, that shit so I jet with a cliqueCreeping off campus, too stubborn to make itI’m saying, quit acting like my shit don’t stinkSpending monthly, hoping to boost self-esteemUncertainties manifests, buying what I don’t needGetting stuck on these momentary feelingsAn emptiness; from my past is catching up to meStraying towards hypocrisies, I say what I meanAnd mean what I say. Tying my own ropeI didn’t want to hang with those lames in my first classSo I’m living life today like it’s my lastIf twelve plus eight plus six equals twenty sixThat means I got six months to make it happenTryna stay face but I’m losing my faithBeing left alone, when most kids my age…Couldn’t exercise control(Hook)
