I've been making some efforts to better better myself
More often then not I feel pressed
Remind I better find help
Like I don't know where I dwell
Hands reaching leave me dazed and perplexed
Shake it off but feel it follow till the day that I rest
I'm tight rope jogging
Payed my dues and cut my losses
Drew my muse from this music I'm used to being called an artist
You fixed on keeping your blunts rolled
I'm focused on keeping my role blunt
All you do has been done, old
I'm aiming on doing my own stunts
I see these copycatters
They scheming for all my cabbage
I am leaving them and taking hold of all that I can manage
Distraction; eased off of the pedal and lost my footing
Hit the emergency brake almost lost my life like I should've
Had to regain my composure was still good just shook up
A little hiccup still alive, no luck I had to look up
Got a sense of direction
My whole defense is a weapon
Youngin, don't test the parameter fore you have to get checked in
Listen
Assertive and observing all aspects that could concern me
Lock in my eye contact so you know I read you look worried
Rowed the boat on my own, no need for no sail outs
Bored then throw a dog a bone, letting you take it to your grave now
Look, my feet they may fail me but I trust where I'm headed
Line of sight steady; owe no one a ounce of my credit
Imma get it; pave through the mud with my spirit within me
Bet that I'll stay treading onward til I have reached the six feet
Not a leader nor a follower
Not a hollow person I'll be where the flowers were
Watering my own garden
What was I doing looking after others overlook my own starving
Sit down the shows starting