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quincey white - broken soul lyrics

[intro]
they say n0body know you more than god and yourself
but yourself is sometimes the person you wrestle with

[verse 1]
i’m livin’ in a sh+ll like a hermit crab
hate to reminisce on the past ’cause it hurt too bad
lately, i ain’t feelin’ like quincey
tried to open up, but people used the sh+t against me (yeah)
i know you can relate, the family be fake
closer to my friends, but my friends passed away
ain’t lookin’ for no sympathy, we all got some trauma
took me ten yеars to stop cryin’ over my father (r.i.p.)
had power of attornеy at the age of twenty+three
funeral arrangements was all left on me
was too young for that type of pressure
wish we had more time to spend time together
mama still alive, i call her every day
days i’m feelin’ low, she say, “baby, better pray”
you got no control, just like a broken bone
time heals everything but a broken soul

[interlude]
sometimes, i be with myself like
am i f+ckin’ crazy? i be thinkin’ ’bout the same sh+t every day, like ruminatin’ and
f+ckin’ filled with
depression, and you know, thinking too far into the future, i’m
riddled with anxiety
like, just tryna center myself, you know?
[verse 2]
growin’ up in the ghetto’ll have you with a scarcity mindset
used to havin’ little to nothin’, so by the time an opportunity comin’, it’s so much pressure to thrive
doubtful thoughts fill inside of your mind
why am i here? do i deserve this?
do i put enough work in? is this really my purpose?
soul searchin’, like i ain’t bought no new kicks in years
will i ever settle down? soon as i start f+ckin’ around, seems like a new b+tch appear
to knock me off my square, but we playin’ chess now
would she wipe my ass if i end up bed+bound?
would she love my daughter like her own?
sh+t, who knows
i’d probably still risk it for some hoes
the typical negro, get caught, get left, now you left with zero
why you cryin’?

[outro]
see, they say as a man, you ain’t supposed to cry, right?
but i feel like you too much of a f+ckin’ tough guy if you hold it in
and that’s the sh+t that ruins you
so let it flow
forgive yourself and others
that’s the only way you grow
stop bein’ hard on yourself, give yourself grace
just get better every day

- quincey white lyrics

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