So many hearts breaking, people hating & faking.
I see my people dropping, called away from above,
It seems there ain’t no stopping, my world needs love.
I feel the pressure like a pressure cooker on a stove,
Happiness gets lesser, and the drama got me low.
It sure ain’t easy trying to be what you’re supposed to be,
Struggles won’t leave me, trying to blind me so I don’t see.
But when the game gets tough- then I just got to improve,
And when the times get rough, I got to refuse to lose.
There's so much depending on me, I just cannot slip,
So when I step up on a stage I just got to let it rip.
I go hard on my opponents, on them: I cause an eclipse,
Then I leave them finished like a gun with an empty clip.
I take my drama and pain and create something that I can spit,
If a roof was on fire, my flow would be the reason it got lit.
I'm trying to keep my eyes wide open, trying my best to be coping,
Rainy days have me soaking and everywhere there’s so much provoking.
I get up early in the morning, trying to do what has to be done,
I'm so tired of mourning, I think about my issues and I want to run.
So many people talking with their nonsense opinions,
I just keep on walking; they think they know all the reasons.
But I keep fighting my battles - coz I know this is my life,
And if you ever hear The P surrendered, then you know it was a lie.
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