6nStonez Lyrics

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak

Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak

Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me

As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak

When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me

What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety

And sobriety, or lack thereof

Those you love hurt you most so why would I share love?

I done let me lose it all and I did not care once

Cuz, what'll come is meant to come

And what if wasn't never 'nough

Want to try to, never done it

Karmic Cycles, check circumference

Wrongs'll bite you, left you hungry

Wrong or right you, said and done it

The universe is you inversed ya human first

It's you versus you, you searching who determines who to hurt

The proofs in work, certain moves burn from improving, accruing worth

It's in you to get to doing it, moving til you emerge

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak

Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak

Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me

As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak

When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me

What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety

And sobriety, or lack thereof

What you find? A self authoring mind

Niggas so pressed to fuel the flame they got lost in the fire

Once set ablaze it's uncontainable, awfully wild

How quickly things can get away from you sparking a lie

I took a step back in the cave chasing darkest desires

I couldn't step to all the thangs that I wanted to find

But making lessons out of pain is a part of the grind

You gotta step out of the shade if you wanting to shine

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak

Now there's hesitation in my tone when I try to speak

Days in isolation tryna cope with the spite in me

As if it made sense to be alone when you cry and weep

Sticks and Stones, they ain't break my bones, but my pride was weak

When I said that I was fighting demons I was fighting me

What else would you get when you mix fire with anxiety

And sobriety, or lack thereof