Byron Henderson - Inspire The Fire (Too Young To Die) lyrics

I'm still burnt out on this game
But this match still got a flame
Try to copy but it's not the same
Feeling high flying on this plane

I'm still burnt out on this game
But this match still got a flame
But this match still got a flame
Match still got a flame

Burnt out as far as I can see
Some are doing this for clout
Just to say they’re popping
Vision clouded by the weed
Promethazine got you leaning, out of reach
Ain’t no substance, just substances
As much as I don’t ever
Bother speaking on this subject
If it seems like I’m talking down
It’s cause you look up to me
OD and drop dead, Y’all don’t even know how


Your own clocks tick
Dudes walking round zombified
Not asleep but they haven’t woken up yet
And these labels give them crazy deals
Just to try to milk them
Till they’re all dried out
Then it’s hit after hit, but when
The hit's start to miss
That’s when they die out on to the next
I ain’t trying to blow up, show up
Show out on your news feed
I’m just here to let you know that you’re me
Even though I’m different
Cause none of these rappers inspire me
Honestly tiring y’all just load a clip in
Everybody’s balling, everybody’s trapping
Nah, everybody’s cold and killing they blow
But you know that their soul is missing
I put my all in this for y’all
So of course I never thought about my health
Probably should have came first, but
I pity no one, dawg, Not even myself
While they spit the same verse for
That fifteen minutes of fame
I could put all these Lil’s
In the same hearse
And you’ll chalk it up to the game
That’s dimming my flame worse

I'm still burnt out on this game
But this match still got a flame
Try to copy but it's not the same
Feeling high flying on this plane
(Come on, man)

I'm still burnt out on this game
But this match still got a flame
But this match still got a flame
Match still got a flame

Throw that lyricism out the window
Let’s get to the real
Cause I know attention spans ain’t
What they used to be
Y’all know the deal, I used my depression
Better than it using me
It was a real struggle
Because mentally I was in real trouble
Back in fifth grade
All these ills coupled with the feels
I went into shock as my layers were peeled
That was ’05, fast forward two years later
Less life, more lies
I ain’t in control anymore
I’m basically a vessel for the demons inside
Everybody noticed I was changing
So much anger, and confusion, I was dangerous
Not to you, But to myself cause the real
Me couldn’t do a thing
Was never one to hurt my family
Cause life separated us enough
Spent years irate at myself
Cause my mom, dawg
I took advantage of her trust
And I had to eat that
While it ate away at me
Cause how am I supposed to get from A to B
Or B to A when I know things changed
And she’ll probably never look the
Same way at me
Suicide, my only option was suicide
I ain’t feel no type of way
I just knew I ain’t want to live another
Day if I ain’t have control of myself
I apologize
And I know it doesn’t change the bottom line
Though I wasn’t in control
I take responsibility
Because I’m running out of fight
Your son is out of fire and
I'm still burnt out on this game
But this match still got a flame
Try to copy but it's not the same
Feeling high flying on this plane
(I’m gone, man)

I'm still burnt out on this game
But this match still got a flame (White flag)
But this match still got a flame
(I’m waving a, white flag)
Match still got a flame

How old are you? (I’m three)
Who am I? (BJ)
Who’s your best friend?
(My best friend is you)