[Verse 1]
I get it, there's nobody out here that f**s with me
Luckily, I can just f** with myself like I have been
Rapping has always been the pa**ion
I'm acting like I don't know what happened
My life took a turn, for better or worse
Am I blessed, am I cursed
Verse after verse I deliver the sh** that they want in a hearse
Am I perfect or perping
I've been rehearsing the answer to that for quite some time now
Think I need a time out
I'm tryna lose my mind now
Surrounded by darkness, I'll grind till there's light out
Damn it, I did it, I did it
I'm fully committed
Outwitting these n***as that's spitting
That nonsense
Right in your ear till you listen
What's missing, my n***a
What's missing is
Persistence to keep up existence
Don't mention it
Expecting the worst from the best
I'm upset but I gotta neglect
The negatives, focus on positives
I got a lot to give
They are not stopping it
I am not dropping if
I think I'm not the kid
The boy, the man, the one
It's begun, man I'm thinking I got the gift
It's awesome, spectacular
This life's a champion, I'm just a challenger
I will not challenge her, life is a b**h
But I'm a scavenger, I found my niche
I only exist if these rhymes do
So it's f** everybody, times two
From Cincy to Tampa
I know what I'm after
But frankly I guess imma find clues
[Interlude]
The story's the same
If I told you, you'd swear that you heard it all
Where'd it all change
I'm yelling but don't think I'm heard at all
The story's the same
If I told you, you'd swear that you heard it all
I'm looking for change
But no one is helping the search at all
The search is on
The search is on
The search is on
The search is on
I'm looking for change
The search is on
I'm looking for change
But no one is helping the search at all
[Verse 2]
Guess imma find clues
f** your feelings, cause it's f** mine too
Yours may not hurt when you got it the worst
But I'll tell you the truth, mine do
Taken for granted, I'm feeling dismantled
All torn apart, wishing no one had tampered
What's this predicament
I find it sickening
Mentioning
I'm not myself again
Oh well
My memoirs seemed to go well
"Ok, tell me what's wrong"
"Doc, maybe you were right all along"
"What do you mean?"
"I like my nights spent alone, doing what I please when I get in the zone"
"You just need some help"
"Should've seen that coming"
"I'm serious"
"Honestly, I feel like running"
"Your memoirs helped though"
"Yeah but who's reading?"
"Well, I am"
"It's unneeded
f** this self pity
I just f**ing feel like quitting"
"Maybe you should write some more
Make memoirs like before
I believe you're only stopping yourself
In fact, I'm willing to bet"
"Stop"
"No, you're one of the best"
Battle with my conscienceness
He telling that me I'm the best
But the sad truth is, I'm feeling just the opposite
I can spit, yeah I know it's true
Whether in my head or I'm stuck in a booth
There's nothing to do
I mean, there's nothing to lose
I might as well write an entry or two
Guess it's time to find out what my words can do
Double X I, thought it looked cool...