There's just so much about life
That we ain't gon never understand
But if I give up on life? I'll be damned!
I'm traveling by land & I sacrifice my stability
My relationship, my family, the severity
That keeps me down when I'm feeling suicidal
But underground, hip hop is my life holy book
They tell me I'm an "idol"
enjoy my considered
But you will never feel the pressure to do what I do
These letters seat, thinking nothing is good enough
I try to write something inspiring but man, growing up
That's all I think about when I'm hitting the instruments
My house is made of glass, but it's hard to stay soft
My mental instability is limited
They sit down, the crowd screams for an encore
But this depression is killing me
My ability to say what I think
It's a gift and a curse & are my, oh, my

So when I'm on the road
I hope that you'll be thinking about me
I hope that you can't even eat & you're sick without me
Cuz that's how I Feel when I'm not with you
There's such little time & so much to do

See, the pressure from progression will surelly
teach you some
lessons
I got questions about this profession
Should my happiness be 2nd?
& my career first? What should be the order?
I just don't know anymore
Shit's so distorted
I love my fans & love the connections
It's a blessing knowing I'm people
Cuz that was not my intention
I was just venting
I was just 17
Tryna lace a fucken track up way out in the I. E
I would always be crying
Writing lyrics everyday
Bout my brothers up in juvy
& the shit I used to slang
& how my daddy moved away
& my momma beating me
& how I just don't wanna fucken live life so I stay
Banging on these streets & tagging my graffiti
See, 5 years ago, ain't nobody wanna be me
& now you bitches see me
& now you see bitches love me
& now I'm eating steak, Homie! Fuck being hungry

So when I'm on the road
I hope that you'll be thinking about me
I hope that you can't even eat
& you're sick without me
Cuz that's how I Feel when I'm not with you
There's such little time & so much to do