Estrangement
Been estranging my friends lately
I don′t even keep in touch with 'em enough to knowIf they love or hate me
Maybe it′s just in my head
Maybe they still see me the same
But even it ain't, I know I'm the only one to blame
Cuz I done sacrificed everything for this fucking game
And what the fuck have I gained from it? Nothing but pain
I′ve been ducking invitations
Knowingly letting well-known faces turn into strangers
And I got my cell phone mostly on airplane mode
Either that or just let the sucker ring
But I do it only for the airplay though
Cuz you know, success takes sacrifice, right
That′s what all the motivational videos say
That nothing worth having in life comes without a hefty price to pay
No more video games
No more playing basketball, No more watching a movie
No more sleep - after all
This a question of if you truly want it more
If you want it more than the next person
Are you ready to practice your craft till your head's hurting?
Are you ready to let everything else in your life
Go to rack and ruin, if you had to, pursuing a single object?
Are you willing to bet
Everything on a one in a million odds
And ignore the noise from the people who think it′s nonsense?
Even if it's the voice of your conscience
That you are forced to silence
Do you have what it takes to be an artist?
No I don′t
No I can't
I was not
Built for this
Tired of
All this crap
Why do I
Cling to this?
No I don′t
No I can't
I was not
Built for this
Tired of
All this crap
Why do I
Double Life
You treat you nine to five as a side hustle
Half-assing everything
Why bother busting your ass in a grind that doesn't
Contribute nothing to what you really wanna do in life
And you have tried your best to do it right
But your mind doesn′t cooperate
It′s not that you really hate it
You might even start to like it
If not for the fact that you see it
Just as a stepping stone, to something that you feel is greater
And you got to keep it secret
And now you're alienated
Because to your colleagues and your friends
Engineering is a career, not a means to an end
Not mere sustenance, nor the easiest way they saw to receiving a check
You′re seeing their passion and it just makes you upset
You're reeking of guilt
What happened to being honest and keeping it real?
You′re rapping until the dawn and asleep at the wheel
At work and you're feeling a prick of conscience
When you′re reaping the bills
You're eating your fill, but the food is
Stolen from the guy you pretend to be
How much longer can you keep it concealed?
You're no good at keeping secrets, it′ll leak through the seal
And when it does leak, and trust me, ′cuz it will
They're gonna spit you out and expose your phony facade
That is the moment you′ll truly know how lonely you are
Can you keep from falling apart and folding when the going gets hard?
Instead of folding your cards
Do you have what it takes to be an artist?
No I don't
No I can′t
I was not
Built for this
Tired of
All this crap
Why do I
Cling to this?
No I don't
No I can′t
I was not
Built for this
Tired of
All this crap
Why do I
Writer's Block
I'm back from a long day at work
And I get my pen and my pad, trying to rack my brain
And navigate through a maze of words
Trying to find the right ones that′ll make a verse
I′m hoping that a stray burst of inspiration occurs
I'm feelin′ amazing at first
But hours later, and with nada on the piece of paper
My mental state's getting worse
I′m blaming work for leaving me drained and feeling discouraged
I feel like I just traded my brain with a bird
I'm trynna be taking my own time
And say what I feel, but what I′m feeling just don't rhyme
And the stuff that I'm writing that does rhyme doesn′t make any sense
The break of dawn is when my day′s gonna end
That is another one wasted again
I'm wondering how the fuck have I ever done this before?
And how the hell am I gonna do it a hundred times more?
Forget a song, I′ll be lucky if I form a coherent sentence anymore
Damn it! Man I'm in a slump, I′m done!
And I've hit a wall of brick, am I ever getting up?
Should I hang it up? Rapping ain′t for me
Fooled yourself enough with make-believe!
Time to wake up, snap out of this fantasy
Can't you see you're lying to yourself, fool?
That′ll be how bad you will feel the days
That you can′t write for shit
Do you have what it takes to push through the
Moments you're at your lowest as a person and poet?
Do you have what it takes to be an artist?
