Byron Henderson - Good Enough lyrics

How many dope fiends I’ve seen
In my life time
Might just explain my paranoia
Come night time
Most times I’m not in my right mind
I’m still haunted by demons that
Shorten my life line
Teeing off, third eye stays open
I’m teeing off like a shooting spree
Reaper waiting to see them off
But I’ll write my wrongs till
I right my wrongs
"Try not to die while you’re alive
Because life goes on"

I planned to take a stroll
Through Heaven later today
Daydreams of what life used to be fading away
Constantly seeing flashes of bloodshed
From my past now the passion’s gone with the
Person I loved dead
It makes me want to holler even more
Realizing that I’m subject to change
Like a broken dollar
My mental state is tough to explain
But then I wonder if you know
I look up to you
Even though you look up to me face to face
How I trust in you says it all
How I trust in you says it all
They know I’m done with the world
Reluctantly, they applaud my efforts
Middle fingers up to all my skeptics
God and I ain’t close as y’al
But you should know I’m
Counting all my blessings nay, I love you
I’m just trying live a day not hurting
Cause what you think is the bigger
Picture’s really the cropped version
But, let what these people say not worry you
Because you know they couldn’t walk one
Block in my Curry Two’s

Lately I’ve been out of touch with my friends
And I don’t know what’s going on anymore
I look in the mirror hoping
I’m good enough for them
I know what’s best for me
But how good am I to begin with?
Cause when I look around my hood
I feel tainted i escaped like I’m good
But I’m still banking on this rapping
I’d normally never ask, but if
You renege or you waver
Let me so I can wave good-

If I can inspire one boy to
Not be corrupted by wealth
And one girl to be aware
That her self-esteem is
More important than how many
Likes a selfie receives
Or how many people look at them and tease
My generation was drugged and
It ain’t stopping
Everyone is growing up throwed
Off and weight watching
Too many people look up to me
Due to my imperfections, regression
Depression and get the impression I’m
The best cause I’m real
But then they miss out on the
Lesson and still get locked away
With nothing more than dial tones
When they hit that cell i pray we all recoup
I pray to God Bianca knows
How much she really
Means to me and that I love her too
You give me hope for a
Better life when you smile
It’s been couple weeks
Haven’t left the house in a while
That’s because the energy that people bring
Is screaming murder to me
And though I’m sure it isn’t
My time, death is certain, Believe

Lately I’ve been out of touch with my friends
And I don’t know what’s going on anymore
I look in the mirror hoping
I’m good enough for them
I know what’s best for me
But how good am I to begin with?
Cause when I look around my hood
I feel tainted i escaped like I’m good
But I’m still banking on this rapping
I’d normally never ask, but if
You renege or you waver
Let me so I can wave good- nah

Thank you for everything
It’s small stuff, really but, I love y’all
I hope you hear this

Nah, I ain’t done yet
Been bottling so much stress
Recently life has been like a track meet
They never thought I would pull off the upset
The same women that called me a square
Are running round in circles for me
And if I was anybody else
Why would I not love that?
I’ve got a couple exes I don’t speak on much
For good reason i don’t need your trust
Too many people have faith in their lies
But y’all procrastinating
Yeah, you’ve got work to do
So many faces you display, but if
Your heart is really frozen
It’s just easier to break
So what’s been hurting you?
You act hard like your heart has
A mind of it's own
On some Goldberg ish, it’s hardly beating
I know but you know that even when I’m off
I give my soul to the flow
As if it’s just my spirit rapping
Or I walked in the room
Some people say that I’m sick
But ill with it
Electrifying, I’m eel with it
Equipped with skills required to kill critics
A difference between real and
Reels that they’re living
That I’m in it till the end
That I’m in it till the woman that got Emmett
Till killed feel the feeling when he went
And I’m just sitting here like
"Here they go again"
They’re comparing me to rappers that
They say are hot
Rappers that they pray I’m not
Molly, Percocet trips
Rappers that never say a lot
Grew up with fortune tellers, judge my past
Predict my future
"You should know you’re on your way out
Take a chance fore they shoot you" i know
This haunting feeling I’m getting
Is making me nauseous i can feel it
The pain of avoiding a conflict
Cameras flash like guns that
Blast in the projects
Friends that last for better or worse
Not profit
Bend or break, a pen and pad for conscience
Kels, Novelle, Bianca, Nay, and I
Sincere as Nas’ name to everyone watching
I can feel it, cause good enough’s never an