Book Ii Lyrics - Singles - Marcus Orelias

(Verse 1: Marcus Orelias) 

In 93 my uncle looked like Spike Lee 

Pre school days, I was told do the right thing 

I slowly became a victim of needless suffering 

If I recall right, my clocks right. Im out at 3:35 

It goes back farther when father bought hologram 

Jordans past 95, I need to defy gravity thus far 

Livin in hell with expectations higher 

In high school youre taught to be fly 

Or be a fly by giants who dont cry for weaklings 

My thoughts of having more, helps me sleep 

With haunting feelings of not feeling complete 

I used to be ashamed, what I laced on my feet (why?) 

I blame the thirteens, only pair I touched til this day 

Free me from conceit, anxiety and the pain. 

Of talking shoe releases; Im striving on releasing 

Pieces of me for all the times I felt left out 

Must be the lack of, why my dick stayed in a drought 

Should I let go and start to drown 

How you see me? Tell me how you see me 

When mirrors only reflect what you want to see 

Believe me. 

(Hook) 

Marcus, always do the right thing (Book II) 

And thats the truth. And tell the truth 

Never compromise stay true to you 

You win some; you loose some (Book II) 

At least thats what my mama and daddy said 

Now, never let the attention get to your head 

Just listen, never shit in your own bed. (Book II) 

Face your fears as you climb high 

And always say whats on your mind 

No Im not mad; Im just passionate (Book II) 

Take this life lesson and live present moment 

In the end youre going to do what you gotta do (Book II) 

Just understand the consequences 

Of your actions, Book II 

(Verse 2: Marcus Orelias) 

If everything falls down, itll fall into place 

Talking real world shit but still no one relates 

Cause my attitude is fuck the system and 

Alot of homies dont graduate from hallways plus 

My homeworks missing, when its time to collect 

But nobody checked, that shit so I jet with a clique 

Creeping off campus, too stubborn to make it. 

Im saying, quit acting like my shit dont stink 

Spending monthly, hoping to boost self-esteem 

Uncertainties manifests, buying what I dont need 

Getting stuck on these momentary feelings 

An emptiness; from my past is catching up to me 

Straying towards hypocrisies, I say what I mean 

And mean what I say. Tying my own rope 

I didnt want to hang with those lames in my first class 

So Im living life today like its my last 

If twelve plus eight plus six equals twenty six 

That means I got six months to make it happen 

Tryna stay face but Im losing my faith 

Being left alone, when most kids my age 

Couldnt exercise control 

(Hook)