You - Jon Connor

So I started to study myself, I found that most people don’t know who they are.

They really don’t

Well, what do you mean?

I know my name, I know my age?

Well, that’s not really you though.

You know, that… that’s just it.

If you ask the average person who they are, they’ll give you their name;

they’ll say 'I'm Bob Procter', but I’m not.

'Bob' and 'Procter' are two words.

My parents give them to me, they’re called names.

But it’s not me,

it’s my name

Look, are you a bitch, are you a hoe, the answer’s no

Are you the baddest bitch alive?

That’s a description so let’s just set that

aside

See that is pride, but what you see with your two eyes, what’s in the mirror

That ain’t proof, because I know models who think they ain’t even cute

So who are you, are you your truth, are you trying to live up to somebody

else’s point of view

I’m five-foot-nine, but I feel like I would think the same if I were

six-foot-two, true

Are you the result of the things that you never got through when you was in

your youth

Am I the result of the things that I say or the things I do

Who, who, who are you?

Not this thing that’s walking by, not this disguise

I mean the thing that dreams at night when it close it’s eyes

So you a doctor, lawyer, or cop, no that’s your job

You not your pops, you not your mom

Y’all call me Connor but my name 'Juan' and it’s spelled like 'Jon'

That’s when I figured out I could be whatever the fuck I want to be and beyond

So who are you?

Are you your fame, are you that name, are you that chain?

You know you could change what’s in your brain and still physically look the

same

So no matter the things they see, don’t let it restrain you to one lane

Then somebody will say, well this is me, but this isn’t me either, it’s my body.

My body, my name.

Who am I?

Well, that’s an interesting question

Are you your past?

Are you that mask, conforming to everything around you that

you perceived as bad?

You not that hair, you not them nails, I mean who are you when you by yourself?

Do you control your thoughts or you controlled by the shit you bought?

What if one day all your shit got lost, then we find out that the swag was

false?

You, you you, let’s talk about you my n**ga

I don’t care how many these bitches you done ran through, I wonder what you

trying to prove

To who, wonder what you trying to hide, wonder what you lack inside

Wonder who broke your heart once upon a time, now you trying to restore your

pride

I can see through the lies, I can see through your vibes, I can see through

All the little fool shit n**gas be doing, no matter how hard they try

Who are you is the question beyond material possession, shit do you know?

Or everyday you wake up guessing then go to sleep and think with more

repetition?

Now look

All of the shit you got, will never hide all the shit you not

It’s easy to be yourself when you block out everybody else, bullshit you not

You not no fool, you not these boundaries that restrict you to these rules

You not no paper from no school, see I know that, but who are you?

You yourself, gotta be enough, even when the going gets though

I know, what’s in your heart, what’s in your soul, are way beyond all the

things you go through

Especially when the going gets though, I know

All of your flaws, gotta let them go

Way beyond all the hurt you go through

Never let them see you with your head down

And I believe if a person was to study that, and look for the answer,

they’ll find it.

See, I think we live simultaneously in three plains of

understanding.

Spiritual creatures, we have an intellect, and we have physical

bodies.

But because we lack awareness or understanding of who we are,

we’re totally locked into a physical world.

And, we let things outside of us

control us.

95% of the population are reacting to life, they’re not really

living at all