This 9 to 5 shit gonn make my heart have an early stop,
My son growin too fast i hope i know him b4 i drop,

Too much on my mind all at 1 time the stress is hurtin,
It's unfocusin my rhymes stoppin my shine even my flirtin,

It's hard to hold ur own when ur holdin every1 around you,
I'm struggling ma can't you see the last thing i need is this crew,

Gimmie the weed i need to escape this place it's crazy,
Damn i might do sum fade 2 black shit like Jay-Z,

But can't coz the funds don't match my expectations,
I'm so pale & ill & poor look i even got malnutration,

Why don't things work out? i got mo drama than a soap opera,
It's like god made me for fun played games and said jokes on ya,

Tyin to get up off the ground but keep gettin kicked down,
Sick of the same old sounds i'd kill a mill jus to obtain a crown,

Alcohol got me in this mess but i use it as a solution 2 my probs,
Need to get sober to sort this mess instead of drowning in my sobs,

Coz i got skillz but the way i see things...i aint noticable,
Coz i feel so talented if i made it...i'd prolly be nominatable,

But it aint gonn happen not by the longest of long shots,
Shit did hip hop in pop idol...and Simon Cowell hit me wit rocks,

Emotions got the better of me i can't shut this damn mental door,
It's like i try but keep hittin 'own goals' can't get myself a score,

So fuck it i'm forefittin this match i had enough of the set-backs,
I'm broke, alone, depressed, stressed, tired, fired & overdosed on crack,