On My Own

[Verse 1: Nino Bless]

Walk with me, put on these shades so you ain't blinded by the city lights
I'll show you what it's really like
Cross with me, lets jay walk through a street
Where they'd shoot police before they choose to flee
Your stock shoots through the roof when there's proof how you lead
Guess I move too discrete to have you too intrigued
Well what's destiny? They say shit happens when it's meant to be
Words like this had me at the point of infidelity
Spending nights lonely laid with some broad
Though I could stare in the mirror, wasn't facing my flaws
I'm trying to have a conversation with God
To ask him why in the hell he gave satan a job
Lord tell me why an innocent child could die sick
While the most corrupt fuckers grow old and die rich
Its ambiguous, I studied your whole sinners list
But hoes, money and trolls control this whole syndicate
The more riches, the more clearer the picture gets
So guess where I'm sitting when all I see is the silhouette
I can't lie that leaves a dim effect
Know the stairway to success but I just had to take some different steps
A bit depressed, but never the less it's worth the level of stress
To rebel against, and lean my back on this fence
Hence my stance here, don't tell me to stand clear
I already fell in this mess, let me settle my debt

[Hook: Ness Lee]

Spent all night long, trying to right my wrongs
There's no way around it cause that bitch named karma yeah she bound to come along
And we all her pawns
You could look for me but I'm gone
Said I'm gone, yeah i'm gone
If you don't hear from me, don't worry, don't be alarmed
I'm on my own, up on this lonely road
I'm on my own, up on this lonely road
I'm on my own

[Verse 2: Nino Bless]

Don't want no company yet I'm inviting criticism
Trying to enlighten yet I might ingnite some cynicism
Some kids'll listen like "are u hearing the shit he's spittin?"
While some others like "who gives a fuck this isn't selling"
I'm in a hopeless setting, but its all copacetic
Edit a movie of real life, the villian's always winning
And thats the ending, roll the credits
Nope, Marvel flick, the hero's last scene then this show is finished
I'm noticing this trend that grows each minute
Where we praise thugs but nobility ain't considered
Whats a real man, one who wins a fight?
What about the one who walked away to go home to his kids & wife?
Thats pussy right? What's a guy who knocked a guy out?
That doesn't take his son to school because he spent the night out?
Or doesn't know his child at all, ignoring his baby momma
Now who's more of a man if the guy he dropped is a great father
Hey, when will we grade honor?
When did we obsess over names like Dolce & Gabbana?
Card swiping while the debt gets extreme
Cause buying things is a way we uplift our self esteem
Let me set the theme, Edward Bernays in reverse
Play this verse and you could say you at church
Amen, hallelujah, I'm not the guider for ya
I'm just a guy with a mic recorder trying to get his life in order
Mind's filled with horror like survivors from Aurora
Trying to make up for my wrongs like Tom Sawyer
Time just ain't on my side
Nah, my impact might multiply 9 times after I die
So i'm now talking to somebody in 20 five
0...Oh sorry if the present is set aside
And I know one things for certain
As soon as Karma's diary's open its curtains