Fear For You Face

Yeah, I mess up sometimes, don't pretend that I'm a saint, My strength ain't flawless, it's covered in this paint. Got an angel on my shoulder, with a devil in my head,bThe angel told me 'rise up,' but the devil wanted bread. Used to run from trouble, now I look it in the eye, 'Cause every single scar is a story of why. On the imperfect hustle Concept: "My climb isn't glamorous, it's messy and filled with small failures. I ain't driving Bentleys, I'm taking the bus, But the destination is set, and I'm still feeling tough." My glory ain't a penthouse, it's knowing that I'm up, Every single stumble is a lesson in the cut." This ain't no perfect flow, it's raw and it's gritty, Learned my lessons on the backstreets of the grimy city. Missed calls from the family, I'm too busy chasing ghosts, This rap money ain't coming, but I'm still gonna boast.