Not sure in the future if I'll succeed, everyday pressure makes it hard to breath, wonder if god loves me, like they say he does screw catch another buzz, a daily routine that's what I make it, got a gift but I choose to forsake it, not sure why not like my success will be graded, held down by chains not everyone knows how it feels, they can talk about it but can't be real, fakes go ahead and shout about it, real people ain't to proud about it, they smile trying to hold onto what they got, you tell me if you know how it feels to get picked up and dropped off in oil dale by the cops, I'm dark skin you know I don't belong there,said screw it walked down the street never scared, tell me if you know how it feels to see the people who are to protect and serve beat your 17 year old cousin and they make you watch, after that tell me you won't wake up everyday buzzin, or wake up one day and your world start crumblin.