All The Same Lyrics

You know we don't have anymore time

But if I had about one more minute

You know what'd I'd say

I know that I got shit to prove and I ain't in my bag

But theres so much to lose, ya

Me and you just ain't the same, you steady pulling change

While Im out here making moves

Could you tell me what you want for me

Cause what I really want for myself is this fame and this music

But that's just what we call lucid dreams

The true reality is this

A small kid from Reno, ya we know

The name given was Chris, ya'll might know him as Bleux

Well anyway his big Brodie introduced him to the game

The classics he listened to from gang banging all the way to

Baby making music, take a bitch straight to your room

A six year old bumping them hits on his iPod taking the bus to school

He ain't even understand it but he knew that shit was cool

Momma saying it's rude

And his dad ain't speak English so he'd just bump to it too

Til he grew up, a screw up

Barely made his classes

Only thing consistent were his absents

He would rap his favorite songs in the mirror

Considered it practice

That's when he began to study the classics, like

Is this a passion or a hobby

Is this music really real or just a break from my reality, ya

Motivate me with your hate

Then go and tell me It's all love

What else could I rely on when we don't make enough

Like this paper is power

Like whose world is this? Cause it surely ain't ours

Like this pussy is power

Mind control for the weak and the desperate

But yet I truly devour

I take what's mine so keep it pushing homie

It's a cold world but we gon' be alright

Could you tell me the difference between being free and being reckless

Between death and being restless

Between the life that God done gave us and the one I'm truly living

Like what is religion

We worship him cause we all God fearing or we fear ourselves

If that's the case, how the hell am I supposed to be myself

I keep this music steady playing just to keep me through the night

So much inspiration shown in my hustle and growth

I hope that I could do the same for you when I hit the stage and grip the mic

Bleux

Oh no, I can't explain

Can't explain the tears that I shed

Man I wrote this letter just for me and you, aye don't you tell nobody

This for the listener, this for myself

This for that kid who think he won't amount to shit

Feeling, ya , feeling like uh

Feeling like I've been tied up in the studio

Been tired of this musical we call life

19 keeping up, lot of long nights

High school, built connections

College kids all they doing is that paper work

Respect to ya'll but me and my homies

We just tryna make this paper work

Fun times turned to hard life like when we would slide to the liquor store

Underage kids cruising round like this city ours

Bought our bottles of sorrow, I said forgive me lord

Went up to this house party, we all in, we drinking and dancing and jumping

It's getting crazy, we skeptical, this man came up to us tryna start shit

So we ignored him and tried to let it go

Man that shit getting old and we all just getting bored

Til a drive by came by, no shots heard

Tile we dipped the party a different party was shot up

Thank God that it's not us

Realized I ain't have no time, gotta get my plate right

Lamb over rice, ya that sound nice