YeahDepression, anxiety got ahold of me‘Cause people say they want the older meWell, I’m thirty, this the oldest meBehold it’s me, the piece of shit that’s not good enoughNot black enough, not hood enoughNot rich enough, not poor enoughMy heart has poured enoughI been beaten and battered, my confidence shatteredBeen broken and tatteredI’m constantly second guessin’ if my profession is worth it on my mental stateWritin’ this from a dark place with humility and gracePeace, love, and positivity was my nativityBut now when socials are in my vicinityI’m not runnin’ from the internetMy god, I was at his birth, I’ve been a vetGoin’ berserk like Peter down at InterTech, yo, ayyIt’s deeper than the surface, I’m searchin’ for purposeI’m tired of searchin’ for logic and Googlin’ purposes to read that I’m worthlessI remember makin’ music alone, just a pen and a microphoneBut nowadays it’s hard to get in the zoneWritin’ rhymes was easy before the fameBut now I’m constantly overthinkin’ every line, it’s a shameRap used to fill me with joy, now it’s nothin’ but painI’m stuck in the game, tryna get back from where I cameI write this letter for the person who’s listenin’Fed up and tired of people dismissin’ ’em, I’m with you
I been through what you been thoughNo amount of money can take away the feelin’ of insecurityOnly though maturity can we overcomeFeel like I’ve been overrun, feel like it’s over, I’m doneWhoever told you success gon’ make you happy? You been lied toAll of my dreams came true but I bleed and cry tooNever been perfect, I failed everytime I tried toFeelin’ hated and underappreciatedEverytime I look in the mirror, I wonder, “Why you?”Shit, I’d love to end this on some positive shitHit you with punchlines instead of some derogative shitBut it’s okay to be sad sometimes and tired of shit, I guessAnd people say, “Well you’re just out for money”I say, “That’s none of your business”You see, a lot of people don’t feel happyUnless they have another thing beyond money, which is called statusAnd status, to a very large extent in our economy consists inIn having this thing, that thing, the other thing, and having a swimming poolA, uh, Ferrari, uh, some kind of clothes and uh, some kind of houseAnd so on, and so on, and so onAnd we think, uh, we need all thatBecause we haven’t asked ourselves whether that was what we really wantedThey all think they gotta have this, they gotta have thatAnd uh, they don’t really want itIf they sat back and considered, “Do I need all that? Is this trip really necessary?”They would come to the conclusion it wasn’t, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha