MARKED FOR DELETION - DeleteThisSong lyrics

[Verse 1] Takin it back ta 2010, sitting on my bed/ Tryna find a lyric in my head and write it with a pen/ It was senior year in high school, people started laughin/ Y'wanna start rappin? that'll never happen/ People started pointing fingers right into my life/ Tryna tell me what ta do, go ta college, ALRIGHT/ I survived one semester, I couldn't get pa**ed that/ Straight back ta rhyming, slow and even fast tracks/ It felt so good, but no one understood/ The trials in my life, and the feeling that I could/ I was free, (b**h), finally at last/ I'm tryna push the pedal, but I'm runnin outta gas/ I hustle for pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters/ Sellin CDs out the trunk tryna keep up with (the) orders/ Step by step it's a journey ready ta pop/ I'ma make it to the top, hit the water like a rock/ Never stop/ [Hook] Swimmin in the ocean, wash away my fears/ Shufflin the deck and I'm goin thru my peers/ I'm an ace, keep the Kings, and the Queens like in poker/ Purify my life, getting rid of all the jokers/ Stand tall, be brave, keep your friends close/ Shoo away the enemy, (but) remember where he goes/ If I learned one thing from these past 20 years/ It's everybody's different but they shed the same tears/ [Verse 2] I walked around my neighborhood with change in a bag/ A white shirt, dark blue jeans that would sag/ I was broker than a mothaf**a tryna get paid/ I treated girls right, but I barely got laid/ The king of being played, then my friends would fade/ Erase all the fakes, give thanks to the stayed/ f** it man, I just wanna be famous/ Just tell me where the fame is, then I'll go and chase it/ I'm sick of livin normal and poor in a household/ I wanna live formal encore like a rock show/ Doin good deeds, tryna step up on my karma/ Used ta rob and steal, then I purified that genre/ Doin any job, for the music in my head/ Rappin is expensive and I had ta get the bread/ From cleanin golf carts, baggin dogs that were dead/ I think I did it all, when it's finally done and said/ [Hook] [Verse 3] Right now I'm tryin ta live it, but that just makes me livid/ Cause everything around me's mediocre and it's vivid/ All my other friends are satisified with doin d**/ Bein drunk, man I guess it's time ta pull the f**in plug/ Seein old friends, and they thinkin that they nifty/ They're still where they're at, like back when we were 16/ Damn man, don't nobody wanna change?/ If I'm stuck inside this city one more year I'll go deranged/ Now I'm workin a 7 ta 5, 50 hours a week/ Tryna get the money, go on tour for couple weeks/ Right now I'm pa**in CDs out at little local colleges/ I sell em for a dollar (drag), but people don't acknowledge it/ Music is my everything, I dedicate my life to it/ The only way ta k** me is ta shove a f**ing knife through it/ I want that little existence, when everything is twirled/ And help you through the days when it's you against the world/ [Hook]