Sort It Out

[Intro: Stephen Smith]
Hey
Hey
Just gonna
Speak from the heart
Hey
Othello on the, Othello on the

[Verse 1: Stephen Smith]
I'm timid, I'm fierce, I'm weak, but I'm strong, don't tell me I'm nothing, I'm something, see I'm right when I'm wrong
I told you I love you, I curse you, I hate you, so fuck you, I need you, I know you lying but I believe you
I'm ready, I'm waiting, I'm angry, I'm patient, I'm special, I'm basic, I ruin everything I'm creatin'
I choked on my tears to swallow my pride
Like Adam you was my rib, you'll always be by my side
You bridged the gap over troubled waters
When it got so much harder
If I fell in the ocean now I'd go Miami Marlins
But I come from New Orleans
You know the murky waters
Crescent City connection connecting me with the blessings
I look more like my father
I take less time for granted
While you was panhandling I came up single handed
And somehow I had to manage
Somehow I had to manage

[Chorus: Stephen Smith]
I found some things in this world they can't take from me
We hit the ground and pick up speed, there's no brakes on me
I may be broke, but I ain't broken and you can't fix me
I know that saving all this money it won't save me
I got some things on my mind that's gonna take some time
I find the struggles in my life tend to bring me peace of mind
And I thrive
It's alright
When you can't
Sort it out

[Verse 2: GRIP]
Uh, ain't have no deal from no label
Still gotta put meals on the table
Some niggas chill in this state, got me feelin' disabled
Momma stay on my line, she hope and pray that I'm fine
The homies say I got next, but I just say in due time
Rome wasn't built in a day, I've been around the world while other niggas still in the A
So now they feelin' a way, but keep emotions to a minimum
Toting the extendo and I loaded it with [?], get to close to me and I'm sending them
But that's not my MO, I was out the truck with my demo
Just trying to get you to lend your ear and share it with kinfolk
Daughter hittin' my phone 'cause she heard shots out the window
Gotta get her all home, what wife would want with the kiddo?
Some stuck and some of us on, I'm just caught in the middle
Trying to sell you my songs, it don't even cost you a little
That's just how a nigga living, what's it like in your house?
I got, you got, we got, they got hella shit to sort out
It's real

[Chorus: Stephen Smith]
I found some things in this world they can't take from me
We hit the ground and pick up speed, there's no brakes on me
I may be broke, but I ain't broken and you can't fix me
I know that saving all this money it won't save me
I got some things on my mind that's gonna take some time
I find the struggles in my life tend to bring me peace of mind
And I thrive
It's alright
When you can't
Sort it out

[Outro]
Othello on the, Othello on the