Make Yourself Over Songtext
von 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 listening to my boss
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
With my nigga E
With my nigga Math
Doesn't even matter if I′m mad
Doesn't even matter if I′m bad
What do we have?
Justice at last
Never been the type to just fuck 'em and pass
But this is magic
Bust it and laugh
Stuck with a crash
Mustn′t be sad
But when at last I look in the mirror
I see nothing but scratches
Ugly and has-been-esque
My mask is death
Needing success but asking for rest
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
Try to get closer and make yourself over
It′s not your talent man
You gotta have balance
Dag it! I had it
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 endo out
No info, just doubt
We rolling out
Rolling too deep like cops
Mama knows she's my pops
We got shock
Can we not be topped?
My request
Why I always gotta make a mess?
Gotta stay the best
Gangsta lean but a goth in the flesh
Pac when arrested
Lots of breath
Hot to the death
Dropping necks
Prophets confess
You ain′t see me coming with the hotness that I possess
I am not a Tribe Called Quest
Nor am I Kanye West
Not in jest
Still paying props to my 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
Try to get closer and make yourself over
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
Try to get closer and make yourself over