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JUST MUZ lyrics : "Christian James Pt. II"

How quick things changed, has surprised me
Time is money and I spent neither wisely,
I learned to fill my father's shoes, mine were only size 3

I never say why me?
In fact any listener that tries me, will see what drives me,
The need to put the past behind me, but its beside me,

I carry it like ID, it identified who i'd be,
Somedays I don't like me, and maybe I'll be self-obsessed,
I could try be selfless, but I should start with being selfish less,


I'm scared of genetics that my cells possess,
Dad never really coped well with stress,

Before he left, he put my mum through hell I guess,
In troubled waters, I was trying ride the swell and crest,
On my own, with my sister at her uni years,

Smiling through the tears, you thought you knew me,
Here's how truth appears, i'm too sincere
Used to hear crying in my nightmares,

Wake up and its right there, I don't write songs
I write prayers, to some kinda God in the slight hope he might care,
I'm quite scared.


Of losing everything I hold dear, see everything I hold here,
I always want to hold near, I was reminiscing over cold beer,

With two of my mates,
Who said remember how you used to put food on the plates
I said I did. I stole it from the home where I lived as kid.



(break)



Simple acts of kindness over single raps of violence,

You don't bat an eyelid, I had my track divided,
Into what I would, and wouldn't say,
But I don't care what you would and wouldn't play

Truth is, the music puts me first,
I can't be confined, so I write in free verse
And I wonder if your still here,

Close both your ears, but I'll guarantee you'll still hear,
The MC never tipped to get acclaim,
Even if it never came, I'd still rhyme to sever pain,

Forever strain my neck, trying look up at the stars above,
Find my Grandma, she taught my heart to love,
I still find it hard to trust, I'm being honest cos an artist must,

And thats a part of us, so take a seat like Rosa
When she parked the bus, and listen up, I hope your partly touched
A good man is sparse enough, still i'm trying to be one,

When I'm gone, play this song, and call me one....
I sing toward the farthest clouds,
Trying to make both grandfathers proud,

My best male role models,
Who helped me write and build my winding rail road models,
Now this tracks solely for train of thought,

Since you both left, it's hard not to stay distraught,

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