Master of None

I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
And lay low till this battle with my spirit is won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns
I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
And lay low till this battle with my spirit is won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns

Manic highs and frantic lows I come and go like the tides do
When I'm with my set I got this feeling that I can't lose
With me or against me that's just something that you gotta choose
Ate the big punch last year and I can still see the bruise
To cope nowadays I tend to drive the nights away
Helps me keep my hectic thoughts at bay we on our way up
Ain't hearing what these other niggas say I don't got no trust
Dollar and a dream it's big leagues or it's a fucking bust
Can't tell if I'm on the cusp of greatness or disaster
The spliff gets lit quick when the breathing's getting faster
Paranoia got me seeing faces in the solid plaster
Gotta wonder if gods laughing at me from the fucking rafters
I'm gaining pleasure from viewing the beautiful aftermath
They said these feelings would fade when i finally made some cash
50s putting holes in my pockets
But these burdens burning holes in my soul
I feel I've lost all control

I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
And lay low till this battle with my spirit is won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns
I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
And lay low till this battle with my spirit is won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns

Well I'm running fast like I'm trying to catch the fucking wind
More losses than wins but I'll admit its fun to pretend
I'm swimming in a shark tank wary of the final fin
I guess I'll close my eyes while the angels read off my sins
And it's a long list probably make a decent story
Heaven and Hell don't want me bide my time in purgatory
But being gloomy must be a mental habit
Needed to see my ending had to chase the fucking rabbit
It's all right in front of you all you have to do is grab it
I'm freeing up my hands letting go of the extra baggage
But it always finds it's way into my palms
At war with the world waking up to the smell of napalm
I've been pushed to the edge I'm hanging on with a death grip
Won't be too long till me hands slip

I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
And lay low till this battle with my spirit is won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns
I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
And lay low till this battle with my spirit is won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns

When I came into this void I was alone and scared
And when it's time for me to go know I'll be unprepared
I'm staring the long dark in the face without a trace of what lies behind it's eyes
And this the part where tears start welling up in mine
And if I fail to make it out the depths tell my momma I tried
I spent 23 years telling everybody I'm fine it's all lies
I got quicksand gnawing at my feet and hell hounds on my tail
I see the writing on the wall but I can't read it it's in braile
This might be the swan song of a young nigga who failed
I saw the coast but I ain't have enough fucking wind in my sails
I'm adrift
So do I wait or do I just jump ship
But never forget it
Never forget it
No matter how weak you feel you stronger than your sentence
I only feel at peace when staring off in the distance
I'm walking a tightrope and I might lose it in a instant
But I hope my friends never speak of me in the past tense
I see the beautiful morning hands healed from the past grips
Memories still vivid from the long nights
Finally escaped the cage of my own design