Self underestimated. Conscience confused. Trying to prove self-worth Through universal amusement. I’ve become aggravated. Facts separated from the fiction. Shots of Jose Cuervo. Knocked-off bars. Lost amigos. Lost ambitions. My account running slim. Small circle. Forgiven sin. Hand-me-down thoughts Inherited from proclaimed gods. Heaven after life. Souls paying light With darkness as the cost. Full-proof plans. Agendas written. Dates accounted for. Still time keeps slipping. Falling. DMX in the distance. No longer calling. Same swag. Different vibe. Still walking through the fire alive. Same soul. Different day. Words still move when the smoke blows away. Same scars. Different flame. Still learning how to carry the pain. Same swag. Different vibe. Every morning I rise again. Forgivable sinful spit. Salivating in your mouth. You can feel it. Women riding these bars Like a free mustache ride. For the cause. Haha. Coyote Ugly at the counter. Wet T-shirts. No cover charge. Haha. But beneath the jokes There’s a message. Hidden in the wreckage. Truth dressed up Like entertainment. I can be vague. The blunt smoke drifts. Words move souls. Shift by shift. Day to day. Morning sway. Same energy. Different wave. Same swag. Different vibe. Still walking through the fire alive. Same soul. Different day. Words still move when the smoke blows away. Same scars. Different flame. Still learning how to carry the pain. Same swag. Different vibe. Every morning I rise again. Self underestimated. Never defeated. Just becoming. Original lyrics by THOUGHTAHOLIC (@d13ov04). Sound and production by THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA. © 2026 THOUGHTAHOLIC & TENGÜRA | An Indiana-Istanbul collaboration.
