(Fa-Q)
Have you ever felt so inadiquate, that you felt you had to quit,
Will I rise up in ranks, time can only tell,
But if I die prematurely, it'll be a lonely hell,
I was told by a close friend, never share your glory,
fuck gold chains, expensive clothes, wear your story,
I learned, no matter what respect foes,
except those, that step on toes,
They prey on you, then whoops there your rep goes,
All you guys sell out for peppy hoes,
Dressed to the nines, in their preppy clothes,
Giving up, if you think I'll do that you're dead wrong,
And this is for all you doubting fucks, don't think I'm headstrong,
I do it just to get away from, these fags and bitches,
I only do it, if I somehow, go from rags to riches,
But I see that as just a simple, figure of speech,
I know I've got more boxes to check, things bigger to reach,
I have no confidence, its all negative doubt,
But I'll sure as fuck keep fighting, til my legs give out,
This world could give me the world, that's never enough,
I was taught, don't ever give up, that's never enough,
Never enough, I could be clever and tough,
But I ask myself, will that ever be enough,
(Spyder)
This depression I'm in got me guessin again,
Over comin the struggle til’ respect is given,
People say shit like I dont have fuckin feelings,
Rain droppin on my head through busted ceilings,
The pain when does it heal n’, the sorrow is vastly,
Livin life backwards like tomorrow is past me,
Its ghastly, head hung starin down at my feet,
This bread crumb, all that I have to eat,
Noise like lead drums sounding down my ease,
Voice with red blood drowning as I speak,
Instead of, seeking help, I keep to myself,
Sold my soul seems how were speakin of hell,
Wish I could erase all of the years that I've lied,
Nothin amounts to all the tears that I've cried,
But the fears that I hide, lead me to this path I have taken,
So if you think im layin down your sadly mistaken,
This world could give me the world, that's never enough,
I was taught, don't ever give up, that's never enough,
Never enough, I could be clever and tough,
But I ask myself, will that ever be enough,
(mcZu)
I had to stand in the cold to afford school books,
So, I knew ‘bout the economy before I read my school books,
I used to write rhymes in school,
My lines were cool, ‘till I fucked up a relationship,
What a fool.. Maybe that’s why I find it hard to relate to shit,
I relate through what ships trouble so I sit,
Reminiscing ‘bout the past, taking a slow trip,
How I almost gave up writing ‘cause of a girl, shit,
As if she was the whole world to me,
She punched a hole through my chest, so she aint shit to me,
I’ll keep on writing ‘till the day I get a visit,
From the reaper, coming to take my visa permit,
So, writing is all I permit my self when I go through shit,
My pen is the chauffeur, navigating me through this shit,
It’s true, life’s a bitch, but giving up aint an option,
I stay believing in myself, I won’t opt to sin,