Fa-Q - Rock and a Hard Place feat Yah Hah

[Fa-Q]

(Fa-Q)I try and take a step back
And accept the fact
People might mistake my intellect as whack
But the truth of the matter is I have an inner struggle
But if I do enter this race Ill be a winner doubled
I don’t run cause I know Ill never be respected
But I hope my actions will ever be regretted
I slump in my chair
Feel between my lungs in the hope that something’s there
Trying to keep a clean slate
But I seem to hate
Everyone so I need to get rid of some steam and vacate
I think I got on the wrong team too late
So tell me how long does this dream take
Im lost in a maze of shrubs
That should be burned in a blaze of drugs
There’s just too many ways to trudge
Im trippin don’t distort for a klutz
Cause Im searchin every corner for short cuts

I got a chip on my shoulder
without my music you might as well strip a soldier
Im dying inside my upper lip gets colder
Im stuck in a hard place and trip on a boulder



(Yah hah) I’m not sober I’m still drinking heavily,
They say let him be unknown how each melody is such hell to me,
How can I keep up if this race is moving at light speed?
I was burnt out from fighting with lightning just trying to find a ride to my dream,
I might seem a bit fragile and exposed with this pen in my frame,
Little do they know I’m agile and unfroze composed with one dose of sin in my veins
Typing as I’m writing my hands cringe,
I catch heat stroke from what he wrote so it seems that I can’t win,
My thoughts are scattered like leaves in a windy city,
Saturn’s rings and shattered dreams all the laughter seems to win against me,

I got a chip on my shoulder
without my music you might as well strip a soldier
Im dying inside my upper lip gets colder
Im stuck in a hard place and trip on a boulder


(Yah hah)I swim against streams the waterfalls so great,
Like all the alter calls I wait sit up straight and wonder why my father calls so late,
Why not just call not at all you fake you’ve done nothing for me,
You’ve never said good job I’m proud or done a damn thing to support me,
Adore me? Ha you walked away like my eyes weren’t still left recording,
Contorting the start assuring my heart that I wasn’t the one you couldn’t accept aborting,
Absorbing these thoughts hoping to start soaking them down on this page,
Writing them this way trying to not let them put a frown on this face,
Look down on this cage each verb in this head,
Writing on this curb instead just trying to write each word Grif said,
Until I leave Earth with this gift dead I’ll write every word up on my shoulder,
I’ll grow colder but not slower no matter how many boulders I trip over,


I got a chip on my shoulder
without my music you might as well strip a soldier
Im dying inside my upper lip gets colder
Im stuck in a hard place and trip on a boulder



(Fa-Q)The Maze of lines and curves
Is raised to rhymes and words
But my pens got an enemy whos writers block
Every time I hear that fighter knock
I remember its imperative I get a tighter lock
Cause I’ve been at war fighting this demon
Might be scheming
or maybe my voice box is tight for screamin
I could say I’ve been fighting for ten years
Or say Im writing this is tears
But the smoke and mirrors
Are easily hidden behind the broken tears
Theyre cloaking fears choking the sneers
Tired of these looping lies
So now Im developing droopy eyes
Wear this hat to hide my eyes
I got to much pride for lies
Nervous so I blush red
Wordless so blood rushes to my head
Songs got no substance so I cuss instead
I look in the mirror, shook in fear
To build confidence it took a year

[Yah-hah]

I like how you kinda chopped it up so it feels more balanced

[Fa-Q]

good i actually thought you might be mad....the second verse flows perfectly into the chorus tho

[Fa-Q]

still not completely happy with the chorus but whatever

[Yah-hah]

Yes I am furious!!! naw man I like it better that way Yeah but we both suck at the whole chorus thing so oh well

[gutawafang]

Chorus is cool.