[Verse 1]

Doesn't everyone wanna talk about their problems

Doesn't anyone wanna hear about them?

What's the point? No one can solve them

So, why even care?

Why compare my scars to yours?

We all deal differently, we all want sympathy

Where's mine specifically?

Unemployed no empathy given

Filled a million applications still cringing for a call

No one gives a fuck at all, stop bitching

"Get a job" echoes swallow my pride

"Get a job" echoes wallow and bide

Wash them dishes, da fuck your kidding make a living

Nothing given ya must be trippin, can't be slippin

This or prison!

Partition my ambition, no decision

Unforgiven, just submission, just tradition

No recognition just repetition

AHHHH!

[Chorus]

What do I have to do?

I give up my arms and my legs for you!

I give it all for who?

What yall want me to do?

[Verse 2]

I see too many getting praise

Too many rainy days

Gold versus grays, sold slaves selling others some game

They exchange morality and their name for their reality to be delayed

I sit and see what happens

If nothing will I do the same or will I be dragging?

What am I lacking?

Courage to do or not do

Asking myself if I'm man enough or man enough not to

Who's gonna stop you?

"I got you"

But who?

[Chorus]

What do I have to do?

I give up my arms and my legs for you!

I give it all for who?

What yall want me to do?

[Verse 3]

Do I just go on without asking?

Should I separate myself just a fraction?

Do I compromise?

Why or why should I?

I mean where's my reward today?

If I collect now there's hell to pay

They try to say there's hell either way

If that's true, If that's true why do I still say no to you

But deep down I say yes

I know I'd say yes too

Like all I do is write these raps

Where is this even getting me, is this even my path?

Is this even a craft?

Cheese is seen in other peoples grasps

I look at my pockets and laugh

Is this a joke cause I'm taken so lightly

I see doctrines and degrees as they look behind to find me

What's poetry if it ain't paying the bills?

What's a poet to a room filled with success telling them how you feel and they pitch you just a "yes"

They would be bumping me if I changed my taste or put my dreams to rest

Define success

Is their prosthetic for a purpose?

Can you euphonize a fate?

My destiny is in the waiting room nervous

Anastasia my destiny with delay

What yall want me to say?

Can't yall see my pain?

What do I got to do?

I just want yall too listen to me too

Rolling stone

Student loans

Can I just get a grasp or should I just go home?

In heaven, I often drift in my mind

Can I get on my grind or am I wasting my time?

How dare they have it and not me!

Watch me snatch it and make them bleed like I bleed!

[Outro]

I can be a wolf, kill all these sheeps

Wooooooo