Jaded - Locksmith, Olamide Faison

The basic premise of innocent dreams falling

Insecurities loom in this rented room that I stall in

The backlash of a back flash is the back draft

From the cold chill that I feel whenever they call him

Exhausting, but it cost him to be season

The small sacrifices in vices that once teased him

The jealously of a region that’s got me leaving

I’m caught in between my dreams and my father at home breathing

Am I too diluted and lucid to notice

That my dad is really sick, but he’s lying so I can focus

And foreign to foreign parents, apparently I was done

He’d rather lie to my face than the fear of stressing his son

I know, but it’s unsettling to me

How do I repay the man that’s done everything for me

How do I replay the plan without forgetting what I’m getting

I’m letting you know now, you mean everything to me

You can say what you want

Believe in what is told

See people come and go

So time is never froze

The life I live is mine

My thoughts, my mind control

So read the story told

If I die a jaded soul

If I’m selfish then let me selfishly

Learn that for myself, see what you fail to see

Is by you judging, you nudging me even further

Like murder in other words, you niggas are not helping me

And I’m looking at your intentions

If you a hater, your actions are an extension

If I forgive you, I’m giving you interest

To abuse our friendship and that’s only curing the symptoms

So when it gets what I don’t feel, then I rebuild fusades

Your jealously is what’s telling me, somethings odd

How do I intrust my trust with a person that’s so obtuse

They’d rather give an excuse than just admit where they flawed

So I applaud you what’s plausible, but integrity is key

How do you glorify yourself, that’s unsettling to me

How do you sort a lie, but fortify a portion I supplied

I’m jaded, but I survive and that’s everything to me

You can say what you want

Believe in what is told

See people come and go

So time is never froze

The life I live is mine

My thoughts, my mind control

So read the story told

If I die a jaded soul

Yeahh

Die a jaded soulllll

If I die a jaded soul

Ohhhhh

If I die a jaded soul

Ohhhh

If I die a jaded soul

Ohh, ooh

If I die a jaded—

Now can you picture what I’ve painted

If I disclose my soul, could you sustain it

If I explained that my aim is more than just fame

Would you write me off as insane

Or just tainted by entertainment

I’m taming my lower self

No one else can see the aided

I used to think that my music is saving

But I guess my inner hail is what prevails until I’m shaded

For now I’m just jaded