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This is for all the happy rappers Who have real nice deals And have no idea what it's like to work this hard and still break even. I'm aware I'm a little nuts, and I know I'm a headcase Unpredictable moods are the toll that the stress takes I carry the worlds weight until my shoulders and neck ache My sanity be going down hill like a sled race All day my legs shake, like a nervous tick This Adderall don't work for shit, it only gives me thoughts that got me worried sick Feelings I got bottled up this court is decomposing That if this shit got opened it would cause a damn explosion With overflowing emotions that I kept push down Like it was someone I was trying to drown, I know it now I'm a little tightly strung and see I know I need to find a doctor And a therapist and a shimen who got some miro oscar Cause surviving in this game is full of irratance It's got me wondering if I'll make it, my greatest fear is this So when you hear my shit, you'll hear the hunger As I'm trying to stay financially afloat and keep appearances I've been in this middle ground, people say I made it But there's so many that still don't know what my name is It's hard to get a grasp on where I stand up in this game All I know is I wouldn't be this broke if I was famous Shit, I'm almost thirty. Still I feel like such a mess I added fuel to the fire until I had nothing left Letras de cancionesUnder stress, with a life full of emptiness Giving my all, and not a penny less... In this middle ground, wondering if I'm going to ever blow Middle ground, tearing at the fabric of my soul Middle ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the whole These insecurities follow every where I go Middle ground, feeling like I'm barely getting by Middle ground, Second guessing why I even try Middle ground, All I know how to do is survive So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I wanna cry... I'm sick of felling like I still got shit I gotta prove to you I gotta go on Sway again for a salute from you? Go pull some dumb publicisty stunt shot by a movie crew Just to be in the same conversation of all these newer dudes All my life I've been fighting to be accepted When I'm not I can't help but to be affected Unfairly percepted, people making assumptions Off my Melotonin levels and the state that I'm repping Like I'm some kind of spoiled one percenter go and get the facts Shit I'm the product of a hard working middle-class Just cause I wasn't busting a pistol or flipping crack Doesn't mean I don't got a story worthy of written raps I'm getting by though, there's Kibble up in Moose's dish It's better than it use to be but see the truth is this I re-invest almost everything into this music shit You think I'd still live at my parents if I was rich? Really? See I'm just trying to keep my business intact My sanity come second to these lyrics that I rap Chain smoking from stress but at 10 dollars a pack I'm killing myself, I'm killing my pockets with every drag Fuck it, Imma keep on pushing though because I deserve the glory I got an army of fans that would murder for me I do this shit for them until the whole planet has heard my story Reporting live from Purgatory... In this middle ground, wondering if I'm going to ever blow Middle ground, tearing at the fabric of my soul Middle ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the whole These insecurities follow every where I go Middle ground, feeling like I'm barely getting by Middle ground, Second guessing why I even try Middle ground, All I know how to do is survive So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I wanna cry... From Letras Mania