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Reap It and Weep

from Fruits of My Labor by Cameron London

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Verse 1:

Rose tinted glasses
Changed the way I’m viewing life
Accepting I can never change the worlds masses
I think it’s time
To start instructing classes
Blame the ego
Don’t think that anyone could pass
Half the grade is showing up
The other half is action
Learned to bridge the gap
Between my disciple and passion
Stretched thin I’m aware that I was lashing out
Death stepped in
Now the only goal is smashing doubts
Stepping up into my best years
I look back on my journey while shedding ten tears
May seem passive in nature but I don’t hold fears
Dreams of me being the greatest have all disappeared
Sowing the seeds over the years
While divvying up my soul
And sharing with false peers
The ones who see me eat and start praising with false cheers
They’ll leave but my garden is here


Verse 2:

Locked in
Did the work
Shut out the noise
Focused on my future
The present was not enjoyed
Every iteration of me has been destroyed
But the one that’s keeps sending his soul into the void
Can’t avoid the attention when God planned it
Started telling my mama I can’t stand it
Took me walking through dark to finally see the light
What a beautiful sight
Know i Can’t get ahead with the crabs in a bucket
Internet bravado don’t knuck if you ain’t bucking
Beauty in the growth of the petals I stopped plucking
The greatest writers told me my stories don’t need cussing
So my path lain
Brick my brick
The throne I sit
Shared amongst the people
With the bars I spit
I built a prison for my pain
So my heart don’t split
Might be a struggle but I still won’t quit


Hook:

Playing with the hand I’m dealt
No point in blaming anybody but myself
Started planting seeds from the pain I felt
Tried to ignore but it just ain’t help
(I know I know)
(The best things in life ain’t free)
With all of the seeds I’ve sown
It’s time to reap it and weep


Verse 3:

Caught myself forgetting where I came from
I look around and I ain’t seeing any day ones
I respect it, they were honest that the game’s done
No longer players they ghost writer is big pun
Is this the price I gotta pay for the prayers I Sent
Dead once now I’m mindful how my days get spent
Not about the fear of the future all my dreams intact
Received hate over my impact
I give back
Way
More than I receive
It’s hard to divvy Ze-ro
Can’t see the future
But was tempted over Ms. Cle-o
Been filling holes within my spirit
Like a young khle-o
But I’m the one
Getting closer like my name Ne-yo
I may joke
But never lie
My intentions signify
Things may not have changed
If I would have stuck to suicide
Lord you know I tried
Hope I haven’t failed yet
Remember when I cried
Cause the pages still wet


Speech:

You have struggled.
You have failed.
But your tears have water garden you stand in

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from Fruits of My Labor, released March 23, 2024

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Cameron London Hampstead, North Carolina

Artist | Engineer | Founder of 1033 Records.

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