The Road

[Verse 1] I'm at the threshold now it's time to really rap Going for broke now ain't no time for looking back It's oversaturated can a nigga really make it The smoke and mirrors ill causing real niggas to fake it Getting lost in this facade called the industry After my marginal success comes the misery You want to rap what you know about this broke life Fucked up tours, lost luggage, missed flights I'm trying to get it in but customs trying to keep me out It's 50 people in the spot thanks for coming out No guarentees on selling Ts ready to dumb out I'm frustrated watching all these wack niggas who made it Promoters fail to promote right, I'm aggravated But I'm keeping my committment to the shows that's slated And if you ask me how the tour went the shit went well Cause I made it back without going to jail [Hook] Now throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care And if you ready to rock with B-L-A-C Somebody say oh yeah Oh yeah Another show, another tour, another flight abroad Another couch, another house, I don't know where we are Another show, another tour, another flight abroad Another couch, another house, I don't know where we are [Verse 2] Now here we go again I'm chasing this pipe dream In front of audiences packed with hype teens They bought the album, word of mouth no magazine It's popping off I'm getting love in the indy scene Ain't nothing handed to me, paying dues is mandatory Haters say I couldn't do it now they changing stories Same niggas trying to get a fucking feature from me I never be shit right that's what my teachers told me Did time, wrote rhymes now they quote my lines My co-signs was divine I deserve the shine From a cage to the stage a nigga getting paid More than minimum wage fuck what a critic say They talk about it but I'm living this everyday A painted portrait of a kid from around the way I'm steadfast on the straight path I never stray I'm focused on the bigger goal when I'm out on the road [Hook]