Counting demons,

I ain't sleeping,

Tired of dreaming,

Time is bleeding,

My achievements

Lie to me that

I'm proceeding

My career in

The right direction, like

Is there no time to question

My fine profession?

That's quite perplexing,

Am I directing

My life or witness?

Cus I wanna be free like a buccaneer,

Not being steered by the puppeteer up in here 'who' commandeers all my gears out of fear I'mma veer in a weird sea for the public ear what a fearsome of an idea but

I'm due a shake up,

Look at what the fuck I produce when I place the booth in a grave, but

Do this, do that,

Move quick, move past,

Although I got the

Blueprint to rap and the

Shoe fits, who asked?

Every single day

I'm living in a cage

In anything but name,

Life's getting in the way

Of my brain and I rage cus I

Pray I didn't have to take it,

But every single time,

Thoughts comin' in my mind

I decline all the shine from the diamonds I mine, tell me how can I fly in the line I define when I'm down cus I'm bound to the ground because

I JUST DO NOT HAVE THE

Time for all ambitions

All I really wanna do is

Write, produce and spit, but

Obligations taking up my

Time to put in enough

Effort to make something out of

Everything I wish to

Do in too little amount of

Time that I've been given,

Try to move the needle but I'm

Stuck in indecision,

Caught up in the middle with no

Time to think what is the

Right move and what isn't, life is

Autopilot, questions,

Am I making good use of my

TIME?

Everybody telling me I got what it takes to be boss of a company but what if I don't wanna be on top of the chain and I'd rather be on top of the game, hop on a stage, properly claim that spot,

Cus every time I body a beat I'm in awe with the way I can slaughter a cadence but why do I feel like I'm constantly waiting for a slot in my day and I gotta be patient

Like I'm in a hospital wing lobby and craving for a shot for the pain that I got cus I ain't following veins that I wanna be aiming for,

I mean I couldn't care less for the clout or the payment,

I don't wanna be famous,

I just want every day to be stuffed from the base to the top with amazing stuff that is making

Me feel

There's a reason I'm breathing!

Should I reveal

The real me or conceal him?

I wanna be real

I don't need the critique of

Society's zeal,

Quit policing, you genius

Dumb it down,

Come around,

Why the fuck you piss and moan on shit you don't know of bitch,

Every single bone in this here grownup

Wanna shit upon your shit,

And I'd do it too,

If it wasn't for the effort and the very very little pack of minutes that I have up in the balance and endeavors that I'm planning to deliver to the planet because I don't have the

Time for all ambitions

All I really wanna do is

Write, produce and spit, but

Obligations taking up my

Time to put in enough

Effort to make something out of

Everything I wish to

Do in too little amount of

Time that I've been given,

Try to move the needle but I'm

Stuck in indecision,

Caught up in the middle with no

Time to think what is the

Right move and what isn't, life is

Autopilot, questions,

Am I making good use of my

TIME?