Sometimes I feel conflicted and restricted in my ways

Ups and downs, manic in a state of panic, in a rage

Ready to flip the page

But I can't seem to get of it still remain a kid

I aim to get the respect, the props and the money that I need

I bleed to get out of my shitty apartment

A beat and rhyme is what I start with

I part quick, with non-believers under achievers and overcapitalized money retrievers

And yet I still understand

Within this masterplan, feel that life is going faster man

I feel like I'm out of luck and stuck in a plastercan

And even when I'm up, I'm waiting for disaster man

Then I pass a can of juice to one of my peers

Realize he got the same aspirations and fears

And then there's a solid reason for these blood, sweat and tears

The chaos in my head becomes clear, the sun appears

And the tears just wash away

I look forward to a new day ands pray for some inspiration

Before I know it my hand starts to write on it's own

I'm in the zone, it's on!

Yeah, I look forward to a new day and pray for some inspiration

Before I know it my hand starts to write on it's own

I'm in the zone, it's on, it's on, it's on!