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my due lyrics
[verse: whose]
the birds stare at me, i stare back
the first words i heard were that this has to be a mismatch
even then, i saw that glimmer in his eye
that they would rather put me back than introduce me to the sky
i’m a product of high expectations
try to make good with these lofty goals
why do i got to subscribe to a life that
i unequivocally would have never chose?
though, i was handed a weighted deck for the faint breaths
given legs before i knеw to stand
know that i have fumbled evеry motion of a plan
stalling hopeless on the gram, a prisoner in my azkaban
he sees myself in him, i see him in myself
two cornered warriors trying to go for the belt
knowing who ever steps first, gets thrown out way of their sh+ll
who will make the first move? may the walls never tell
be still, laying down in my own repetition
moves that’ve led me towards the road to perdition
peaking in the rear view can i really be forgiven?
time’s ticking

[verse: marcus lee]
times ticking, my grind missing, i’m missing
eyes forward, no time for the rewind living
i been on a mission tryna live, barely existing
barely listen when i’m hailed a king
we rare and different, the bling
could not afford me the shine that i needed
even though i was fiend for cars and the hoes and the gleam
when i was just only a teen, man, it was only a dream
now i rap circles around their circles, my circle supreme
they called me urkel, providing verses while serving the beats
swerving, a nerd and a geek with words, i bring herbs to concede
this is a service to me, i just want the praise for what i do
i’m not amazing but i feel the angels sang for how i grew up
out of such a harsh environment, not to make excuses
but if i have to eat some more sh+t, i’mma lose it
(yeah, y’all feel that?)
the winds of change, they came and took me away
and i don’t know where i’m going, but i think i’m straight
[pre+chorus: marcus lee]
they call me deranged, ’cause i seek a way
to find deeper change, around beats and make
my own peace, i wait, i wait
i wait, but i’m tired of waiting

[hook: marcus lee]
i just want, i just want my due
(my due)
i just want, i just want my due
(my due)
i just want, i just want
my, my due!

[verse: the thought]
the path is everlasting and ever+changing
which way you facing don’t even matter, try to stay along the lake
often wished to be a b+st+rd ’cause my pops was not amazing
i don’t soften from complaining, built a coffin for the take
got to make away clean, not a stray they ain’t seen
mustered up my courage ’cause the pain’s on my team
split at the seams, the listens blossom and wane
i been the moss on the leaves where the songbirds play
i burned the garden of eden by eating what they told me not to
stopped for the heathens with the thoughts of a yahoo
dropped a “good evening” and tried to be along my way
but i was lost on the treason they’d been plotting for the day
i saw god wasn’t even there, an empty cup and evening chair
easing up my tension but depleting what i see as fair
me? i’m just a layman with the patience of a fish
not the aim to place a laser to the names upon my list
caught a secret agent in the game and laid a diss
but the “saved” ain’t paid attention so the grave became a ditch
now there’s snakes in the grass, so i’ll stick to plots of dirt
it’s a marathon so keep your pace and you’re first
i’m sick of waiting, the worst, give me a stage and i’ll burst out
[hook: marcus lee]
i just want, i just want my due
(my due)
i just want, i just want my due
(my due)
i just want, i just want
my, my due!

[verse: the thought]
two little mice fell in a bucket of cream
you saw me think twice and thought you had one up on me
i spent a life behind a cover that i didn’t even write
broken glasses in the cupboard, must it be a poltergeist?
or embodied bulls in china shops, the lobby full of virus stocks
if you want the choir, it’s time for turning tidal off
yeah i’ll scoff when confronted by pay+to+play ’cause it doesn’t
make any sense if i’m an artist and i write ’cause i love it
when chefs pay the diner and death sells designer
i’ll be less concerned with the finer points of performance
but it’s more than annoyance when y’all paying the piper
rappers staying in diapers, better hit the florist
’cause it stinks in here, y’all ain’t thinking clearly

[hook: marcus lee]
i just want, i just want my due
(my due)
i just want, i just want my due
(my due)
i just want, i just want
my, my due!
[verse: the thought]
saw an oasis out the corner of my eye
imagined some placements with top dawg entertainment
made some arrangements that could make you cry
i promise, it’s not anger motivating what i try
plates of struggle food, losing weight without exercise
think i’m whack ’cause i got too many bars to memorize
but i ain’t entered pride to enterprise and screw you out your capital
i just want my due, my truth is valuable

[hook: marcus lee]
i just want, i just want my due
(my due)
i just want, i just want my due
(my due)
i just want, i just want
my, my due!

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