Journalist - A Journey lyrics

Let me take on a journey for about a minute and some change And how this game done had me filled with bitterness and shame Crazy, I done showed stress, wasn't even old yet Thought I was deep in the game but I barely had my toes wet Forreal y'all go with me, wasn't where I was supposed to be Selling, arrests, depressed, zoned out to Floetry Stressed, for all them nights that I spent under the lamp Punching the pad, on my way to becoming the champ For the lack of a few lincolns, was confusing the thinking So instead of moving the ink pen, I pursued with the drinking Belvedere and cranberry, with a twist of the orange Staring at the walls, praying for a bit of endurance While these over night rappers was thinking we neck and neck But we never was neck and neck they to eager to get a check My vision was Russ Simmons being the next rec exec In the mirror getting dressed in jeans and sweater vests I have pains in my pancreas, for everytime I heard that I'm on the vibe Canibus, though I'm a big fan of his We two different sandwiches, he's the illest alive My will to survive is dealing with these gorillas inside Bout a year ago exactly, the system almost had me When the cops came to grab me, was singing that song from Shaggy (it wasn't me) Whind'ed up happy, that they failed to trap me In a cell with them sky blue shirts and navy khakis So instead of sitting besides lifers I left out of the courtroom with a smile as big as Mekhi Phifer's Anyway, I ain't asking you, relate to these problems These just things rappers go through when creating these albums (so enjoy)