Where I Stand

from Fruits of My Labor by Cameron London

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lyrics

Hook:

But this is all worst case
Should’ve never started helping out in the first place
It was all love but it died in the worse way
Am I meant to suffer from the things that I won’t say
It’s getting hard to tell
Giving love to people who ain’t never wished me well
Treat me like I’m only worth the singles that I sell
It seems the more I work alone the more that I excel
But it’s getting hard to tell

Verse:

Most opinions fabricated off perception alone
Dudes dying for the look
They integrity gone
Steady digging up the past
To dismiss how you grown
Protect the golden heart
Leave me alone
But enough bout how the world view me
What do I see
When I look into the mirror
Questioning if this is me
Questioning who should I be
Though it ain’t for lack of trying
Not the type to sell my soul to get on mtv
1033 an extension of me
And all the trauma
I’m ducking to find peace
So excuse me from all the drama
Mocking all of my work
Cause it ain’t making dollars
But the greatest gift of all is me doing this while my mama can see
Judge, jury, the public the executioner
Death to lady liberty no one will be saluting her
Only speak to God
Gotta check in on myself
Too much twitter X’ing out my mental health

Verse 2:

Rarely been elevated
Fear that my flows are dated
Avoiding the conversation of being uncelebrated
Am I hated
Am I jaded
Is it based on my perception
Quindecennial struggle was God’s protection
Me or the world
I seek balance
Challenge the status quo
It was written in the blood of the illest
Not long ago
Impressed by monetary
Now it’s, the commentary of the split path
Go to prison or the commissary
Neither appealed to me
Since 25 more than truth has been revealed to me
Back when I died I had to search for what was healing me
The more I tried seems the more I got closer to the things that were killing me
Tainted by desires misaligned with my morality
Life in living color
Birthed the cult of personality
Tried to feed the village
But it only led to tragedy
This diminishing my sanity

Verse 3:

Think I been (sliding)
Faulty leadership feeling like I’m Joe (Biden)
My baby a Cortez, way she been (spying)
Just to get the check on these red & blue diamonds
Crying, cause she know the rapture coming
Angie son, not Mary’s, no comparison
Less you wanted God with the pen, don’t compare me son
Think your skills are sharper than mine, then come parry son
Every rhyme I spit turn to wine, this campari son
Who holding me back (me)
Sick of sending verses that don’t stick to the track
From this day forward leave it all on the floor
No more riding my coat tail, it’s checked at the door
When the family feuds nobody winning
I’m scrolling messages, knowing they reading what I be sending
Partially committed to resurrecting the villain
(cliff hanger), now I'm closer to my happy ending
I’m top 5
Just to make it interesting
Way that I’ve been working
You’d think I’ve been after imaging
Solo in the studio
Less company than Gilligan
Way these people lying
You’d think they was repping Michigan