They tell me listen close That Ill take for granted whats given most Shackled in the doorway of a prison post Been grinding hard sick of living broke Get high off my metaphors its written dope Married to depression but I was caught kissing hope I think Ive reached the end of my rope Back to the fence? Back against the edge of the world Insecurity is my mistress, self loathing is my girl Anxiety has me sick to my stomach Im about to hurl Hugging the toilet like it had a shoulder to cry on Why do I feel so far gone On the phone with pain at the break of dawn Trying to fix a situation that went wrong Close my eyes and turn up the song Music is my escape I only listen to music if I can relate Negative feedback is just an obstacle on my way to great Just caught a whiff of my buzz Im not mad that your late The bandwagon has plenty of space After my close friends turned to me with their hate But never had the balls to say it my face My skin is made of kevlar itll never break Heart bigger than the Empire State And beats for those trapped in a tough place Im working with a scuffed slate Trying to devour an overflowing plate I close my eyes knowing success is my fate Im the richest man on the planet If you think thats outlandish Take the amount earned by Janet To the lives Ive touched and compare it Just to see its nowhere near it The dollar bill is a means for the roof over my head But I refuse to let it control me until I end up dead I just need shelter, water and food to be fed I already kicked pain killing prescriptions meds Instead of using that as an excuse I used my experience to scream the truth Stand up alone Ill do whatever I have to do Even if Im forced to stand against all of you Put my head in a noose And pick apart my thought like an interview I dont believe the bull shit they feed us in the news Thats why the majority of us walk around without a clue Ninety percent of you people are sheep My ink is a sharp blade cut to sink in deep Desperation gets me through the week Cause I refuse to fail and have my son end up in these streets So Im gonna over abuse my reach And make sure the world hears me when I speak I pulled out a pistol and put six into my disease Holes in the head of the demons facing me Theres no stopping me on the path of chasing my dreams I speak out so you can see that you can break free You just have to believe
Posted on: Sat, 05 Apr 2014 12:55:22 +0000
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