Trust Yourself - The Grouch, Luckyiam

Cmon, Is there anyone out there besides my mom, that cares about me?

Shit, I really want to know.

Some people will lie and some people will fake.

Others may die and machines they will break

Homies might hate, girls who just take.

You must trust yourself.

You don’t know who steals, say fuck how you feel.

You think that you’re safe but you can’t know the deal.

It’s fucked up for real, can’t get no more help.

You must trust yourself.

I roll with the crew and got family too

but who’s looking out for what I want to do?

Sometimes it’s them, mostly it’s me

I post with my hopes and I highly agree with my thoughts, cuz I’m me.

Grouch.

Bitch don’t you see,

Promise that and it better come to be.

I hate when fools front, strikeout or bunt

When their supposed to hit homers man, that’s what I want now

Now, who can deliver cuz i’m not that impressed.

Big talking is walking on treadmills at best.

I hate when it’s next week and it’s supposed to be through.

I hate when someone agrees to what they can’t do.

And they know that shit first and it only gets worse.

Sorry’s for suckers that belong in this verse.

A sign of the times.

That’s why I’m on the grind.

Pay me mine in cash and get the fuck off my grass.

I buck on your crash cuz humans they fail.

I bail on your return because I’ve learned.

You see, tables they turn and bridges they burn.

And hustlers earn what they want.

Some people will lie and some people will fake.

Others may die and machines they will break

Homies might hate, girls who just take.

You must trust yourself.

You don’t know who steals, say fuck how you feel.

You think that you’re safe but you can’t know the deal.

It’s fucked up for real, can’t get no more help.

You must trust yourself.

When off in my hood.

It’s well understood.

Some people do bad and some people do good.

I stay with my own, since I made my way home.

I relax, find a better way for us to roam.

But I do lots of both.

I try to keep hope.

Got to keep myself clean in this game I done soaked.

Opera singers bring down the house with their notes.

And we bring down the house with flyness and quotes

And energy and jokes.

Personality the qualities that make us the prime targets of jealously

But never seems that way.

You never see the knife when it enters that way.

From the back.

Stay alert.

And stay away from jerks.

And the devils in the skirts.