Tekst piosenki '11:11' wykonawcy Jack Powell

Talking to my dad and I see a low key alcoholic
Talking to my mom and I know she felt the harshest
Always going through some shit don't even wanna be involved in
But the pain made me stronger I just keep on envolving

And I'm praying to God, like why I gota feel this pain?
Why can't I be happy and just stay up in my lane?
Why the fuck my city hate me and the closest always change?
Why the fuck this rap shit ain't take off at the stage?

I feel like I shoulda been famous, I shoulda been made it
I shoulda been rich, shit I shoulda had paper
I shoulda had it all now and I been mad chasin'
Working all the time, every dime to this rap thing

And I don't like being at my house
But at the same time I don't like going out
So imagine how I feel, always isolate myself
But fuck all of that pity I don't really need no help
When I'm been saying (when I'm been saying)

Came up, I did this shit on my own (my own)
By my lone, now people calling my phone
I'm talking 24/7 but I ain't talking to 'em
'Cause they just wanna fuck with me
'Cause I'm winning now on the low, I know (I know)

And that really be the fakest shit
One thing life taught me is time changes shit
Circle got smaller and my money got longer
People always tryna talk all down on my name and shit

Get some money that's my new motto in life
Put every second in music cause I ain't living it twice
And working a 9 to 5 job for me this won't suffice
I ain't selling my soul but the devil naming his price
On God (it's on God)

All these demons steady watching me
Tryna take my blessings but I never let it bother me
Only thing that bothers me is money and my privacy
Bossed up, so you know where my focus at constantly

I'm at a point in my life where nobody's stopping me
I need my green and blue cash on monopoly
Ex friends on my page and they steady stalking me
But there's a x for a reason so they can't talk to me

I do this shit for my grandpa like rest in peace
I know he watching my success like he was next to me
Yeah, a lot of people was friendly but now they dead to me
Now a lot of people I once loved, they enemies

I ask myself like what the fuck has gotten into me?
Ex girl almost took her life and that's the shit I see
Still to this day, yeah it haunt me deep in my memories
Hate to think I put somebody elses life in jeopardy

I don't got a lotta love left to give
I don't think I got a lotta time left to give
It's a lotta things on my mind
If you remember me for nothing else
Then just remember me for this

Talking to my dad and I see a low key alcoholic
Talking to my mom and I know she felt the harshest
Always going through some shit don't even wanna be involved in
But the pain made me stronger I just keep on envolving