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So in turn alotta stress on my art maybe/
I should slow down and prolly start faintly/
But I can’t cuz a loud as man is what my god mad me/
I look in the mirror and my eyes say my thoughts angry/
When I sit and try to write I say these bars ain’t me/
I pause waiting for shit to resolve lately dudes pissing me off/
Hating my spittins be odd rating its crippling hard…/
When you sick on ya job…so frustrating the point that you sick of ya job/
Sad and lonely while my niggas take pics with they broads…/
While every woman I have is flicking me off…/
Feeling I’m getting beyond all of that niggerish dog baller crap/
Get a hard heart all intact make it my marked artifact…/
But when I go and put my all in a woman…/
drop a bomb on my stomach with the ball as I plummet/
Walk the halls and you wondering while I mug when I strut/
I don’t cipher anymore so ya hugs ain’t enough/
How the fuck can I smile when my love is the music/
And I don’t practice with a crowd not as much as I to and it/
Shows when I’m writing…no punchlines tho the flow is enticing/
I’m onstage yelling some like oh he’s inviting…/
But behind the loud delivery and all the loads of the energy…/
A soul that is crying…/
Everyday I wake up is like I’m floating through it/
Nothing feels the same my senses broken I over used em/
I know its sane to never know when your breathing…/
But I’m sad…and I’m saying I don’t even know the reason…/
I try to blame it on stress...failing these classes I blame it on tests/
Yet we on break I’m outa school n feeling like I’m a fool like what the fuck can I blame it on next?/
To say that I’m vexed pissed or mad a be an understatement…/
You ever been great at something and still be underrated?/
You do ya thang and certain people don’t wanna play it/
Cuz you…not the artist that they would call a favorite…/
But its all on my shoulders of late…/
I see an open mic like I ain’t going today/
Make excuses like I ain’t got the dough up to pay/
Or I don’t know the words…like I don’t rehearse everyday/
Writers block has a way of making songs hollow/
I walk waddle while taking shots from this large bottle/
I won’t follow the path of something I can’t reach/
Last mixtape there are songs on it I won’t beat/
I’m so weak its hard to focus when your mind’s busy/
I need a job…and I’m feeling that I can’t find any…/
I’m trying lemmie some strength hope or a sign send me/
Faith low like I need a crutch just to walk quickly/
N blah blah back to the job part…/
been to target…the depot… and wallmart…/
My unemployment I filed and had a false start…/
How you gon tell me I’m n school this is all wrong/
I find it strange I’m on the net n have to wait in line…/
A 4 years of school is feeling like a waste of time…/
One chick close call I know that I can’t provide!/
Not when I’m in the point of my life where I just can’t decide…/
On school, rap, crack...or the 9 to 5?/
When I work too much that spending the money I cannot find the time…/
License I don’t have insurance so I don’t wanna drive/
Anti social lately so I don’t wanna ride,/
M low to the point I wanna see the other side/
I wanna hold my breath but don’t wanna die/
I wanna write good music…I’ll dry my eyes/
And let it all come when it all comes…I cannot rush the mind/
I think its time that I move on to my next design/
I’ve learned from the past I’m fine no need to press rewind…/
I want relations and I won’t worry bout the heart ache/
A hard pace jogging till I can run when I start race/
With hard work I’ll brush this sadness to the side/
Get a ride finish these songs one tracklist at a ti