Questioning myself and all of my purchases wondering if most of it is worthless is it my anxiety getting the best of me cause it started with one sneaker now i got a bunch and never enough time to wear it all.

Have i become a vanity slave to the pieces convincing myself it’s for my image , so y’all can notice me and my gimmicks or am i just feeding the kid within me who saw **** with good clothes felt the need to envy , masking my self behind these garments like Rihanna’s new foundation from fenty Cause 3 years ago i was broke rocking the same raptors jersey, i let them talk down they ain’t show no mercy i was knowing they can hurt me , but these are my confession at this point they could could never burn me , Said on my last album I’d stop talking about being slept but truthfully that’s all i know asking when it’s gon be my time to blow (pause) when I’m gon win try not to be pessimistic about my future but this shit feeling the same as failing the same test over and over even when i got tutor i know in my soul i ain’t stupid been feeling like the game want me on crucifix put all mistakes on display i guess that’s the burden of tryna be great i don’t even smoke but told dot give me a 8th so i could bare my soul and put my demons on display been at this ten been praying to god lately hoping i ain’t make no mistakes they judge me they don’t know what risk takes they don’t what it mean to see your dreams so close but also far as fuck i cried the other night i was balling up talking about not living I’m so passionate about this shit these **** don’t understand i swear word to ZUKO I’m tryna stay on track but tell me why my demons always wanna attack when I’m at my lowest..