Make Yourself Over - Charles Hamilton

It isn’t fair to not share what I dare

But so many people are scared

Honestly why do we care?

Innocent lives lost, sinning beside a cross

Women don’t like to talk, I’m only interested in my thoughts

Shit isn’t my loss, but when listenting to my bars

It’s different, but try Charles

Just to provide it all

I wish I could make you happy all the time when I rhyme

But I think you’ll be fine when I decide to decline

Ain’t this a bitch

I stay in the mix

My grave is a wish

I wish to be paid

Give me away

What I did in the past

Now I gotta get me the cash

Take a little trip, get some ass

Gotta get a hit for the class

Where my nigga E

Where my nigga Mac

Does it even matter if I’m mad?

Does it even matter if I’m bad?

What do we have?

Justice at last

Never been the type just fuck em and pass

But this is magic

Bust it and laugh

Stuck with the crash

Mustn’t be sad

But when at last, I look in the mirror

I see nothing but scratches

Ugly it has been

That’s my mask cause

Death needed success

But asking for risk

Lying in the mirror won’t get you nowhere

Crying in the mirror won’t get you nowhere

Try to get closer, and make yourself over (2x)

It’s not your talent, man

You gotta have balance

Dag it, I had it

I approach tracks like a savage

Don’t laugh at the sadness

I’m genetically predisposed to it

So I make music

Hopefully it’s dope, I don’t abuse it

I don’t have a life outside of this

I’m quiet as shit

Can’t get high but I sip

I’m trying to vent

Silence within

Don’t ask me how I’m doing

I’m happy when I’m losing

Am I exactly who you’re choosing?

Never have I been so down

Forget those clowns

Someone roll the window down

Let me blow the Indo out

No info just doubt

We rolling out

Rolling two deep like cops

Mama know she’s my pops

We got shocked

Can we not be topped

My request, why always gotta make a mess

Gotta stay the best

Gansta lean

But a Goth in the flesh

Pac when arrested

Lots of breath, hot to the death

Droppin' next, prophets confess

You ain’t see my coming with the hotness that I possess

I am not a Tribe Called Quest

Nor am I Kanye West

Not in jest, still paying chest

Lying in the mirror won’t get you nowhere

Crying in the mirror won’t get you nowhere

Try to get closer and make yourself over (2x)