Debt Collection - Selah The Corner, J. Carter, Dad

The type of song that I don’t ever need a beat to write to

The type to make a hippie and Mahatma Ghandi fight you

The type to make you wait cause you ain’t got the right to

Surrounded by the bars but your cellie never write you

I’m in the studio and Chris giving me lectures

Thats big bro I can’t dismiss it as simple conjecture

He tellin me that my style is a felony

Wavy like a marina but I sound misdemeanor

Hold on, lets talk about that real life

That pray Jehovah get me over while I kneel life

That hit they body with shotty if they squeal life

That make a song about whatever thing I feel like, real life

I’m back to black ski mask

Back to the beat bodies im back to the rap repass

Before I let a peon play

He gotta debt homey he gon' pay ole

The pressure

Weighing down on me

Things I did that I can’t take back

All the time that I can’t get back

Everything that you stole from me

Feeling alone with this anger inside

You can’t see life through my eyes

Got to let it go

Help me let it go

Its not about me

I wanted Redd to spit something you know he a legend

You yearn for that co sign if only for a second

And the fact I even know him is truly a blessing

Be he can’t talk about what I’m confessing this a lesson

To the people that never knew better

This PK is a relay life

People always taking from you never repay life

So it’s a whole other animal when we say life

Imagine that, you a grown man although you a kid

Never alone cuz pops at home

But everybody always calling on your pops at home

To the point that you ain’t feeling like your pops at home

Imagine that everybody gunning for your category

Nobody care about infringing on your territory

But you can understand God gotta get the glory

He can talk to you I ain’t bothering him for a story

Me and my brother we cover each other

I see my mother suffer, I seen my pops cry

A lot people only family on Sundays

Can’t afford true love so they rather cop lies

I seen pride try to kill the fold

I seen women turn bitter cause they gettin' old

I seen brothers who ain’t never have mother

Turn they back on my mother for a nickel and a centerfold

But still the word go forth

It only matter that they eyes go north, and we can hold that torch

I love that the body is awaken back

But I wish that I could take em' back real talk

This my debt collection, I need a price correction

I’m paying back the man that’s looking in my own reflection

And tellin' you the way it is how I show affection

This is life addressing, its what the mic addressing

This my debt collection, I need all of that

I’m repossessing if you got it then I want it back

They was running in my pockets they could crawl it back

I want all of that I need all of that