Role Model Pt. III - Kaleb Mitchell

I’m tryna cope

I’m all outta hope

They kicking us out

It’s nowhere to go

No father around

He offa the blow

He tried to get high

To run from the lows

I’m the man of the house

Gotta carry the load

But my shoulders are tired

It’s draining my soul

Got blood in my eyes

I’m losing control

Ain’t slept in a month

It’s taking a toll

And I’m tired of running

I’m tired of running

I’m tired of running

I’m tired of running

I’m the man of the house

Gotta carry the load

But my shoulders are tired

It’s draining my soul

And I’m tired of running

I’m tired of running

I prayed and I prayed

I prayed and I prayed

A nigga been trying

Just to get through the days

My dawg in a box

They laid him to rest

Since August the fifth

It’s been pain in my chest

It’s been blood in my eyes

I been losing control

I ain’t slept in a month

It’s been taking a toll

I don’t know where to go

At the end of my rope

I look up to the hills

But I don’t see a soul

We drifted apart

She don’t love me no more

Said you riding for me

Where the hell did you go?

Left me out the cold

When I needed you most

Guess I’m better alone

Guess that’s just how it goes

I been trying to cope

But I’m all outta hope

I done prayed and I prayed

I read all of your quotes

But they kicking us out

It ain’t nowhere to go

I got blood in my eyes

I been losing control

And I’m tired of running

I’m tired of running

I’m tired of running

I’m tired of running

They kicking us out

It ain’t nowhere to go

I got blood in my eyes

I been losing control

And I’m tired of running

I’m tired of running

My role model wasn’t really the one to follow

Searching for answers at the bottom of every bottle

Making decisions that would leave the family hollow

Runny nose, runny nose, he got a runny—

Lying and switching up ya story every second

Beating around the bush, dodging every question

Always deflecting agitated acting defensive

The money low, money low but why’s the money low

Eyes hollow, skin pale, you a fiend huh

Ain’t showered, haven’t left the bed in a week huh

Say you sober but you lying right through ya teeth huh

But I know, but I know, what you think I don’t know

Say you love me, you don’t love me, you a fraud nigga

Blame your brother for your habits, you know you wrong nigga

Hope it kills you every time that you hear this song nigga

You ain’t no, you ain’t no, you ain’t no role model

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