All You Need - Marshxll

I can be all you need,

All these dramas and sleepless nights,

I just want to succeed,

Don’t I have my rights?

Fed up of fights,

Fed up bein in the dark under light,

Fed up off showing a love for something that’s a drug,

Maybe I need a shove again,

I got friends that straight and some straight plugs

 

I’m still pushed by the music,

These instrumentals,

They sit in my noggin,

It can get hectic,

You don’t need your brain to be identical,

The head start bobbing,

Just listen to what I’m telling you,

You are who you are and we all feel like we got better due,

But you are who you are and your actions are the residue,

And the pain and hate that got

In to you,

And these down thoughts that you’ve gotten into,

Look at yourself, look what you bought

 

Maybe I should act older,

Decisions ain’t wise again,

Precision is off,

Just think bolder,

I may need a Heineken,

Get this feeling out again,

Out of mind maybe I’m off the bend,

Take all these vitamins,

It’s vital to lower vivid heights again,

Mimic who did it, whoever did is a cynic,

They will never get it

 

Wanna be moving like blues clues on a constant grind,

Gonna be proving I’ll be syking everybody who thought I was behind,

You can’t see into my mind,

Can’t see thoughts that’ve formulated over time,

I can’t explain it when I say I need to be more then made it in good time,

Cause I get better with every line but no one ever hear me,

So who knew the boys sick and confused,

Sick and tired of being refused,

My will power feel all used,

When it comes to changing from nowadays to the shit I once knew,

I lost my family for a couple years, can’t lie it hurt too,

But I’m a man of my word and got pride on my shoulder,

Mad at this, family’s world on my spine but I’m no atlas,

Don’t wanna be not excited for getting older

 

 

I hear a beat and vet it,

I outburst, and at first,

I regret it,

But I’m diverse, cursed

When I spit it,

Always getting treated like trash,

Maybe I’m the worst, I admit it,

You should pass up, shit,

I fill every entity I embody with gas,

Embellish educating my mind,

Oh man I want this feeling to last,

To be reminded of how I used to,

Rhyme in the past,

Back then sharper then a knife,

I do what I gotta do, just to be heard in a cyph,

For every little inch of me that’s really what has become of my life