More self reflection, less self indulgence.

Lyrics:

If I could ease into it/
I'm filled full of doubt, I can't even do it/
Try to lift myself up, this pull-up fuckin hurts/
Lats don't last, cash car crashed/
It's like I'm working at the bank, pull up different accounts, the stories make me think/
It's more to life than money/
But people depend on it, it's their livelihood at stake/
'piph came/
It's like I'm living in a dream/
I have skills to leave, nobody's sorry for me/
I'm just like a recluse/
Looked at me long enough, you saw I don't belong here/
Ex co-worker told me I'm not to walk the normal path/
Weird, cause we never talked music & it's funny that's the thought you had/
I'm from the streets of the rugged alley cat/
We scratch, we fight, we claw/
To live just a little bit/
Try to live it up, but just a little hit/
It could be a drug or a chick/
You find yourself stripped, far from a life that was meant to reward/
Like me when I sleep, when I should record/
Like you when you snooze, instead of move/
What are you waitin' on? Nobody cares for pain/
We're results driven, change fuckin' lanes/
What do you cry for? Tears mean nothing now/
Good rappers die, cus they believe they're the underground/

- Rockwell