I was sorting my life upon a rock / Hard place overhead, its gonna drop / I’m sick of my life, I’m sick of the tension between shoulders, neck, and butt / I’m a locomotive in a rut / I’ve been shoved into fisticuffs / I’ve been down and weak, I’m feeling rough / What the mother fuck? Pick me up / Your bound to step around me / Face down in the dirt you found me / Why’d I flip my shit 180? / The sky is down, clouds where the ground’s been / Look around, it’s so astounding / A head pounding bang surrounds me / I ain’t doing a gull dang thing til’ the mountains move an earthquake to rouse me

Maybe if I double my strength I’ll uncover my pain, shovel it away / Maybe with a couple of painkillers I’ll aim to the root causation / I could level the playing field til’ my racing wheels ain’t gonna roll away / I just made a realization; why stay in my only lane? / Wait a minute, this is my life I’m racing with it / This is my life I’m facing isn’t it? If I don’t die I’ll make me finish it / First place, no fucks given / Yeah I ain’t wasting em / I’m drag-racing like Bill Macy (I’m shameless) and

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Slow it up, speed down, hit the clutch, rebound / It’s enough, he’s wound, he’s taking the lead now / He’s an outcast, cause without / just not Andre 3000 / He’s gone to paint the town, making his name resound / If/When they lay him down, he’s taking names of doubters right to grave, they’ll bury him with the rage they found him with / Give-take but how can he catch a break when everybody claims he’s a loser and a flaky coward

You berate and pummel him, chemicals he’s covered with--- ya’ll have made him alkaloid; Battery acid / Watch him stand from the casket, ya’ll are taken aback / Watch as he breaks you in half, snap like a chocolate kit-kat / You’re talking in mish-mash / He’s fallen in pits that he’s crawling to get out of / A riddle; enigma / He’s really a riffraff, he’s real (reel) as a big cast / He’s really the big bad wolf and ya’ll piggies can go the fuck home or kiss his ass

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I brought my all but I’m against the wall / You say I’m not a rap artist, I will never meet a goal / Independence with art, from this wreckage I’ll start / Because I can be whatever I mother fucking want / So get lost, get a job / This cliff; jumping off / Just zip it, listen, bars / I’ve been spitting really hard / All the crickets in my yard get to chirping when I bark because nature will align when the goal is feeling far

Or so I tell myself, maybe I’ve made it up / Maybe it’s true, maybe I only bluff / Maybe somewhere at the end of this road my rap career folds and all that’s left is a success-shaped hole / I’m taking my hopes and dreams (make me whole) / I’m dealing with bad feelings (they don’t know) / I’m made to be somebody who raises all my efforts / If it’s worse I better just punch it / Petal to the metal until my chest hurts

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CHORUS: Cuz when all of this falls away they’ll be nothing here to show it / If your life is feeling plain (Hit the road, bitch) / Drive it like you stole it / Way down the way you may find a way to keep grinding / Drive it like you stole it / The only way to win is not play the game so keep driving (Hit the road, bitch)