Sometimes I feel it's hard to live my life to my potential, Then again something hits me with a mic and instrumental. It might be influential when I type to keep it simple, Still I hope you like it, all my might is with this pencil. Sometimes I think I could've had my Mellon in a noose, But then I changed my path, instead I'm tellin you the truth. I switched to yellin in a booth, to develop it as proof, And manufacture something that I'm selling to the youth. It's almost like I was feeling kinda stuck in a trap, I had enough of my life. And said fuck it with rap. But here I am once again, touching some of the facts, That keep me motivated, when I'm busy bustin the tracks. I'm living a dream, so use your mind and you can flaunt this, Anything can happen if you try you can accomplish Goals and aspirations, if your slow and have the patience, it'll show in half your statements, If you fold from accusations.. It's so hard.