Been stuck in my mind, wondering am I really alive?
Cuz life can’t be just workin two fuckin nine to fives
Barely gettin by, moppin floors, cleaning toilets, sweeping dust
Continue writin cuz I’m feelin I’m on the cusp
To prove I am more than all this fuckin mediocrity
Shockingly, here I go again punching in that time card
And I know my life really ain’t hard, but I can’t seem to seperate myself apart
and display my lyrical art, coming from my heart
Lately that’s all I feel is the only real part of myself that’s left
My heart beating outta my chest till I’m gaspin for breath
I’m on the brink, no help from a shrink, so low on funds I wanna fuckin rob a bank in a blink.
Maybe that’s easier than tryna assimilate
To a lifestyle that hasn’t been mine since the second grade
I don’t know what to do
Two steps forward, seems it’s only followed by a backward move