Man, if fucked up is living then I'm alive and well
Barely alive but well..worried my life is in hell
Waking up to a routine rooted..deeply suited for me
Because I'm a rat trapped in a mazed looking for relief
The well dried up long ago..the door of escape is the plan
I'm banging to escape..but the door of escape is jammed
Know my knuckles are bloody..cramped from desperation
My instincts are amped..they say, "God bless this nation"
That I'm part of for better or worse..my body is under attack
The party let out before I knew..now my blunders are back
And I wonder what's that burn inside..what's inside me
What's that fire that rises..what's that side that drives me
I'm dying to rise..seems my eyes are blinded by pride
It's like the disguises worn are meant to blind my eyes
I've fallen a thousand times..and each time, I get up
Each time I come to grips with the fact that I get stuck
Ashamed sometimes to sit up..facing a world of shame
But, I recall this much.."Sun isn't shine without the rain"
I got an operation in a few days..my palms full of sweat
My heart has doubled the reps..and, my calm is wrecked
And, my mom is stressed..vexed that my mom is next
Her M-S is along her neck..but, "My God, is this a test?"
And, my storms are building up speed..and intensity
My propensity to succeed surpasses failure's density
I'm just tryna make sense of me..since it means destiny
Restless while the rest of me tries to get the best of me

UH