Marcus Orelias - Book II lyrics

rate me

(Verse 1: Marcus Orelias)

In ’93 my uncle looked like Spike Lee

Pre school days, I was told do the right thing

I slowly became a victim of needless suffering

If I recall right, my clocks right. I’m out at 3:35

It goes back farther when father bought hologram

Jordan’s past ’95, I need to defy gravity thus far

Livin in hell with expectations higher

In high school you’re taught to be fly

Or be a fly by giants who don’t cry for weaklings

My thoughts of having more, helps me sleep

With haunting feelings of not feeling complete

I used to be ashamed, what I laced on my feet (why?)

I blame the thirteen’s, only pair I touched til this day

Free me from conceit, anxiety and the pain

Of talking shoe releases; I’m striving on releasing…

Pieces of me for all the times I felt left out

Must be the lack of, why my dick stayed in a drought

Should I let go and start to drown

How you see me? Tell me how you see me

When mirrors only reflect what you want to see

Believe me

(Hook)

Marcus, always do the right thing (Book II)

And that’s the truth. And tell the truth

Never compromise stay true to you

You win some; you loose some (Book II)

At least that’s what my mama and daddy said

Now, never let the attention get to your head

Just listen, never shit in your own bed. (Book II)

Face your fears as you climb high

And always say what’s on your mind

No I’m not mad; I’m just passionate (Book II)

Take this life lesson and live present moment

In the end you’re going to do what you gotta do (Book II)

Just understand the consequences

Of your actions, Book II

(Verse 2: Marcus Orelias)

When it all falls down, it’ll fall into place

Talking real world shit but still no one relates

Cause my attitude is fuck the system and

Alot of homies don’t graduate from hallways plus

My homework’s missing, when its time to collect

But nobody checked, that shit so I jet with a clique

Creeping off campus, too stubborn to make it

I’m saying, quit acting like my shit don’t stink

Spending monthly, hoping to boost self-esteem

Uncertainties manifests, buying what I don’t need

Getting stuck on these momentary feelings

An emptiness; from my past is catching up to me

Straying towards hypocrisies, I say what I mean

And mean what I say. Tying my own rope

I didn’t want to hang with those lames in my first class

So I’m living life today like it’s my last

If twelve plus eight plus six equals twenty six

That means I got six months to make it happen

Tryna stay face but I’m losing my faith

Being left alone, when most kids my age…

Couldn’t exercise control

(Hook)