S. Thompson - The Search lyrics

[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...