On The Road

There's just so much about life that we ain't gon' ever understand But me, give up on life? I'll be damned! I travel through the lands and I sacrifice my stability My relationship, my family, the gravity That holds me down when I'm feeling suicidal But underground hip hop is like my fucking bible They tell me I'm an idol, enjoy my recitals But you won't ever feel the pressure from doing what I do Sitting writing lyrics thinking nothing's good enough I try to write something inspirational but homie, growing up That's all about I think about when I'm bumping instrumentals My house is made of glass but it's hard to stay gentle My mental stability is limited. They feeling me The crowd screams for an encore but this depression's killing me My ability to speak my mind It's a gift and a curse and it's mine, oh, mine [Chorus x2] So when I'm on the road I hope that you'll be thinking 'bout me I hope that you can't even eat and you're sick without me Cause that's how I feel when I'm with you There's such little time and so much to do See, the pressure from progression will surely teach you some lessons I got questions about this profession Should my happiness be second? And my career first? What should me the order? I just don't know anymore. Shit's so distorted I love my fans and I love the connections It's a blessing knowing I'm helping people cause that was not my intention I was just wenting, I was just seventeen Tryna lace a fucking track up way out in the I.E I would always be crying, writing lyrics everyday 'Bout my brothers up in juvy, and the shit I used to slang And how my daddy moved away, and my momma beating me And how I just don't wanna fucking live life so I stay Banging on these streets and tagging my graffiti See, five years ago, I ain't nobody wanna be me! And now you bitches see me and now you bitches love me! And now I'm eating steak, homie! Fuck being hungry! [Chorus x4]