Crossroads

This for my brothers tryna get on

Without no put on

Keep going homie

Remember you strong

It's hard not to flip

When yo lights ain't on

Baby moms complaining

Talking about what you don't do

A **** wanna quit

I can't even make a cent

It's hard to stay sane

When you ain't got no benefits

I been looking at the stars

And I still ain't get my wish

I moved to the city

But that shit just made it harder

Maybe I ain't meant to be

The **** on TV

What if this social media shit

Just ain't really for me

Working long hours

I'm just fighting for some time

**** doing what I can

But I can't even write a rhyme

I thought god chose me

I thought it was meant to be

As time past

It's getting harder to believe

Riding on that Amtrak

With no money but dreams

I gotta cross that crossroad

By any means

**** was poor as fuck

Tryna envision I'm rich

**** doing what I can

But I can't even make a dent

While my uncle telling me

That I'm supposed to represent

I then spent my last dime

On this fuckin music shit

And I ain't getting nothing back

I feel I waste my time

Writing all these verses

I feel I lost my mind

Maybe I should go back

To sandblasting and painting

I already dropped out

What the fuck was I thinking

Tryna ease the pain

With all this smoking and drinking

Anxiety creeping up

I'm always overthinking

Everybody around me

Already signing deals

Some garbage ass ****

Who can't even match my skill

I gotta keep going

Cuz I'm already too deep

Had to get it off my chest

And I had to confess

As a artist

I'm losing interest

As a artist

My mental been a mess