How Come (feat. Polly Star)

How come you never come around no more

How come whenever I reach out

I always get the dial tone

How come whenever you need something

I'm the first you call

And I'm there anyway, which makes it worst of all

How come the radio won't ever play this type of song

How come you can't separate what is right from wrong

How come you're loving what you see

But really hate my guts

How come if love is a good thing that it hurts so much

Home come the people that seem to work the hardest

And work the smartest

Are often left in the dust feeling broken hearted

How come you tryna tell me I ain't one

How come you tryna dictate when I'm done

How come

Sometimes it appears an illusion

Smoke and mirrors made for confusion

Someone's got the strings and they're pullin'

Holding on dear so I don't lose it

How come it seems that people always wanting something for free

How come you want me to support you, but you won't support me

How come I love so many others, but don't love myself

There's value in self-worth

I should know my wealth

How come the social media

Is pressuring the youth to keep on keeping up

An appetite for more like we ain't seen enough

How come you give an inch they take a mile

Like being toxic is in style

Home come the people that seem to work the hardest

And work the smartest

Are often left in the dust feeling broken hearted

How come you tryna tell me I ain't one

How come you tryna dictate when I'm done

How come

Sometimes it appears an illusion

Smoke and mirrors made for confusion

Someone's got the strings and they're pullin'

Holding on dear so I don't lose it

Now that I hit you the questions

It's time for reflections of sections

Perplexing everybody's intentions

Not to mention

The tension I'm feeling leads to contention

Takes me out my dimension

And I need to go change directions

And head north

Seeking higher ground until I step forth

Only rocking of my world that I like is on a bed board

I'm asking questions to get the answers

Critical thought I sought

So I sprinkle it in my stanzas

I'm giving knowledge to the people

I'm mindful, not feeble

I see you

And you sir

Are see-through

But listen up, I know I'm the one

Mic check 1-2

And I'm done

Sometimes it appears an illusion

Smoke and mirrors made for confusion

Someone's got the strings and they're pullin'

Holding on dear so I don't lose it

Lose it