Lost for words as I write these rhymes
Imagining what it's like when I reach my prime
I'm counting tens in the ratings yeah I'm counting dimes
You should have saw the way that I worked and the way that I climb
Its been a few months since I dropped my pen
Thanking Lord for my strength everyday amen
Now Bo's in the building and he's back again
Reporting live from the booth like it's CNN
I took some time to myself
Now I'm almost there
Was having problems with my words
It felt like everyone starred
I was in a low light
Living off of a prayer
Now I'm in my own light
And I'm going nowhere
I couldn't think of anything in my head
I hated everything all the shit that I read
Thought it was a phase but I was soon mislead
By the constant fear of failure, I kept seeing red
Putting ink on the page was my only hope
The shit was corny and I erased all the shit I wrote
Back then writing words was the way I coped
But nowadays it feels like I've gone down a slope
What they see is what they get
That ain't always true
People change rearrange it can happen to you
You get lost in time in the grind
And you won't let anyone in to make you lose your mind
I know that's the way I let people lose mine
Fake news and real shit they always seem to intertwine
That's why I'm saying this please use it as a sign
To focus on you and just build up on your shine
I tried to define what a perfect life is
Is it being on the road rocking dough and show biz
It's none of that
No one knows what a perfect life is
That's why people think it's rocking dough and all your show biz
(Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey)