[Verse 1: Jones] Unbearable pain, how both fell on the same day The look on my brother's face Being at one of his best friend's wake And I'm going over to the bakery, buying his daughter's cake It was my niece's birthday, ironically though, it hurts to say My best friend was the worst investment I severed off my right hand 7 years down, tell me what's up with this awkward feeling I was way down, I wanted to lighten the load So I threw off all this gold While you blew off education Rotting in your basement Who am I to be saying, with college courses that I wasted The contradiction Progressing with stressing over little setbacks That forked in our path I'm in the process of forgetting my past I'm in the process of perfecting my craft I know it takes time, but I don't want to take too much They say my first four records were rushed I'm having issues with trust These women just take as they please That I know enough But she just gives me top on her knees Trying to lighten my mood So much pain that I don't need My ego is bruised [Bridge: Jones] Don't know what to do with myself Maybe I'm losing myself My verses reflect on the pain that I felt My verses reflect on the pain that I felt [Verse 2: Vic Rivers] If it didn't, my brain would just melt Tell the beat all the pain that I felt Late nights can't fall asleep cuz I'm too stressed Red Eye flight with T and he says we're blessed He says we're blessed But why do I still think of d**h No man in the mirror, I just talk to myself 25 years, what to show for it? You working hard but tell me where's your shows and sh**? Look at all the years it took to make your CD How could you judge the actions other artists took to succeed? You're turning 26, and there's no degree for this Really I just want to go to school for music biz Go to school for 6 years out of state, Vic, you bugging Yours pops is 71, everyday you see him struggling Do you chase dreams, when you lose time with the ones you love? Is it worth it, when you're backstage with no dad to hug? Having nightmares of his d**h, I wake up and I cry We can't get along, I'm running out of time to try It's messed up ain't it, how the Lord gives and takes it 6 years in the basement, still dreaming on when I make it Trying to change my ways, grow up be a better brother Walk this path, provide a better life for my mother And my grandma got a bad knee and still has to work With 4 kids that can't retire her, my soul just hurts I put my faith in God but don't go to church I hope he isn't mad, it's the gift and curse