nowhere to go
when the only way is up
if i don’t make sound
than assume i’m living rough
it’s hard road to follow
making dreams out of dust
- pushing for the future cause the presents not enough
verse
what am i working towards in this game that seems to repeat
find it hard to sleep
so i press on and find another beat
think i’m living life for one reason
to make sure the dialect is fully immerses by ears unseasoned
sick of the same where the dollars at
i’m on a level underground
trying to vibe beneath the call of rap
what am i looking for searching beyond struggle
deep in trouble
but want to stretch out this self bubble
locked in a room ready to make the pieces fit
hoping what i type is nice and beyond the norm of lagit
wasn’t a popular study in school days
picked on most of my life
on up to the current page
age doesn’t make a difference and neither does my intelligence
the elephants in the room
but doesn't remain relevant
wonder why fight if the opposing team is always bigger
growing old and rusty
refraining from becoming bitter
hook
nowhere to go
when the only way is up
if i don’t make sound
than assume i’m living rough
it’s hard road to follow
making dreams out of dust
- pushing for the future cause the presents not enough
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