Finding Peace ft. Jurmain Blu

Sick of losing, winning time, I'm switching teams and this the try out

I know I'm blessed, but still depressed, the devil wants a buy out

On my soul. My father passed, each day, I cry my eyes out

So it's hard to see, clearly, the future, and what's on my route

What am I bout? Foley never fold like clean clothes

But nothing worse than seeing family in coffins you seen closed

Still the dream grows. He wouldn't wanna, see me, give up

So much faith in me, and all these expectations I must live up

To. Or surpass, move fast, and exceed

Yet all I hear, is "all I gotta do is be the best me"

Sha she ain't raise no fool; and Wise, he ain't raise no bitch

So I make these hits, til they make me rich