Hunger For More

[Verse 1] I'm so sick of the politics, that I just wanna call it quits And after all of this it's not gonna work with this college shit So fuck it, I'm goin' for it all then bitch! There's no turnin' back cuz the road turns so fast We burnin' herb to learn the worth of the dough yearned so bad And so you work for that wit no purpose had I still don't get it; build those bridges with the hope you learned to have And maybe you won't burn and crash Maybe you'll grow to hold some goals and show the world that you can rap And maybe they won't sleep, maybe they'll wake up to the beat I'm going crazy on a sheet blazin' this dank up in repeat Mixtape's goin' Certa certified Sort of worth the work that I've Been puttin' in, crack a phillie put the kush right in Burnin' like the furnace light Smokin' shit you couldn't get Searchin' for a version of that perfect high [Chorus] I've been goin' to bed hungry and wakin' up the same I'm starvin' for this shit, fuck the money and the fame (Repeat) [Verse 2] Yeah that perfect high, but is it worth my life? Do you deserve the prize when you haven't worked the time? Cuz I've desserted the world for rhymes just to earn my stripes Flirtin' with the worst hurt, goin bezerk on mics Still gettin' slept on all the time like the fresh side of a pillow But I press on with my mind cuz I know that life ain't simple I'd rather die than try a nine to five that give what i put into But at times thats the kind of sight this grind will fuckin' give you It's the daily struggle, and some days we struggle To make it but this shit has made me humble Gained the ways to face the phase without hating the trouble And escaping the rubble Got a tremendous pencil gift, piercin through your head with the mental shift Dont even call me a rapper I'm a lyrical existentialist Got a tremendous pencil gift, piercin through your head with the mental shift Dont even call me a rapper I'm a lyrical existentialist [Chorus] [Verse 3] Smokin' bowls to cope with those Hopeless zones and broken homes Feed the demons what they need and overdose on loads of dope I'm the only ghost that knows it's home And so I roam the coast alone Seen the seasons sequence scenes in tow to grow and unfold unknowns It's time to focus though and own the globe Show the folks the rope-a-dope They seem to be sleepin on the speech like they're fuckin' comatose Even though I go for broke, but they don't know the whole It's like the totem pole is frozen so I'm beatin the beats n' bein a beast when provoked to blow Crackin' open skulls and chokin' throats The shows a go and I'm goin fuckin postal yo Don't need a reason to be me but those clones don't know It's attack of the homeland drones, so they won't let that indigo soul glow