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they asking why its i, the doesn't cry frowing away from the tears,to shy its the same reason y'all don't fight when the governments acting like they always right its the fear, that somethings near, its like its right there but theres none else that even cares I get that ****, asking why i do it when i screw it up when **** gets thick but show nothing like i could give two shits Its me, and this is how i do it Chorus Listening to this beat, moving my feet but knowing what i writes coming up weak thinking the job **** ain't really all on fleak but i try, no matter how hard it may seem see, that the difference, to hide it rather then exploit it, that the **** that makes me feel like i fit you don't know the feeling? like none of this shits appealing, like the final door is finally sealing and no other way can you be healing Chorus The tears i cry, made me the present guy going through ****, having my best friend die and living my life like its one big lie I seen my life turn the way fires burn and its a cycle and i never seem to learn but still i search with no concern this the way i live i strive, to find the real reason why i don't like to cry i show that by how i shy, its not cuz imma guy, even when my friends have died i show them through the ways i act, and that my only fact like walking on a floor of tacks its like i could give two craps but i do i show it i do i wish that i could live it too but i need someone to help me through its true,i do i need my helper i need you...