Rough Draft
[Hook]
Despite all these doubts he shouts at the demons
From now on You cant talk me out of believing
He realized this the right time to get even
Cause he knows there is no sequel
Rough verse
feeling so helpless
So doubtful of my financial welfare
who the hell cares but I do
there is a need to grind hard 9 to 9
to find some dime
for my family
In the midst of all, there comes my dream again
the desire to make money from what I love
it's the music i use to fuse it with my brutal thoughts and suffering
but how? someone like me too far from america
go toe to toe with these juggernauts
Eminem, Kendrick Lamar, Cole, Nas, abel and Bruno mars
but you know what sometimes I feel confident
other days I feel like I'll not fit in mind playin games with me rock, papers but not scissors
coz I cant cut off these dark thoughts outta my vessel
I feel so restless
constant battle inside the oblongata and the grey matter
If I should take one step ahead and risk my life
or should I stay where I am stare my struggle
I don't know where to begin
unbearable it is