Castles (feat. SNIIMA BEATS)

I see you at the liquor store Leavin' with the cheapest can of beer on the shelf You ain't living on the street, but you barely makin' rent And I relate because I'm struggling myself I see you smile at the clerk, while you fumble through your purse I just wish I had a little more to help I imagine where you livin', how you feelin' What you love and who you'll be if you can make it out your hell I see you at the bus stop, lookin' at the sidewalk Smokin' half a cigarette, waitin' for a ride Kinda limp when you walk and look away when you talk You're ashamed, I can see it in your eyes Probably got a NASCAR shirt and a car that you love But you're here 'cause you're too afraid to drive It's been almost ten years since the day that you crashed Can't forget about the little boy's life Everybody's got a story, if you look a little closer You can see it in the wrinkles in they face They can hide it in the silence, they can bury it and fight it But it comes out when they hair is turnin' grey You can feel it if you touch 'em, you can tell that they are troubled You can hear the story runnin' through they veins We all travel different roads, and we put on different clothes Underneath it all, we're really all the same We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones I see you sittin' on the front porch Playin' with a radio lookin' to the sky Probably living in that house all alone These days, tryna find a better way to pass time Got a wheelchair ramp leadin' up to the door I can see that you walk just fine Probably hate it 'cause it isn't gettin' used anymore An you only ever built it for your wife Everywhere that I walk, see you on the sidewalk Beggin' for a little loose change for some dope Probably gotta mama and a papa spending everythin' they make Tryna clean you up enough to take you home Used to have a good job, used to get good grades Used to have big dreams, then you lost hope When your girlfriend died giving birth to your son You're the father that he'll probably never know Everybody has a tale that they're too afraid to tell You can see it in the cracks in they hands They can cover it with smiles, if you walk a couple miles in their shoes Then you'll know where they stand Everyone who really lived, had to climb out of a ditch They were in before they found the right path If you wanna know the truth about what we've been going through Then try to put your phone away, so you can, ask We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We are the neighbors, that you'll never meet We are the strangers, walking down your street We are a million faces in the crowd We are the ones the system's tearing down We are the people, working to survive We are more than just our nine-to-fives We are the shopping malls and streetcars We are one, it's time to tell 'em just who we are We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We've all got problems, and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones We've all got problems and we all feel alone We've all been haunted by the secrets we hold We could fill our coffins with the rocks they have thrown Or we could build our castles with the sticks and the stones