Released on March 23, 2018

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[Verse]

Is it crazy to think that God put a ceiling to my potential

A blockage to all the possible accolades from my gifting

Countless times gave it all nothing would reach fruition

The people's choice many times and they pray success on my missions

What's their vision of success though, what to them is the best road

Why is it that I'm special if at all what's the measure

If ever I reach a level that their pleasure permits

Will it be sufficient still as far as my gifts

Just looking in retrospect on my life man it's a trip

How whenever I get close to something it disappears

Wish I could pick and choose these moments of pick-a-boo

When is it applicable, if ever applicable

To switch up the vision to what it was the humble genesis

Or the novice of thought in regards to finishing what's started

In the art of it the heart of this life

Is to make sure your target is right, aim and direction

Blaming a section of people will never teach you but keep you

From getting to where you need to embrace the struggle and peak through

See it through let it lead you and challenge the way you see too

Keep you a group of people that tell you the things you need too hear

Oppose to what you want to in the trenches

The war is the mind your fighting is instrumental

The war is the mind your fighting is instrumental

My war is in the mind I box with these instrumentals

Aching feeling like Achan hoping me and everything I own

Don't end up under stones from the sinning and repenting wrong

Penning songs only ends up long feel indifferent on

The way that it affects my inner centering not skin and bones

Killer zone murking all the bad intentions and ambition

Hoping i don't fit the script to scenes I can't envision

Ain't a feeling worst then unfinished with no redemption

Can't escape the tripping, ironic let's take a minute

Long hand stealing to leak what's not appealing in me

And so I pen it independent lay it out on the beat

And take it out on a hour of melodies and poetry

That's stored deep in my eyes

I ain't gon' stage a cry

Or fake a lie to appear realer'

This life is hard but I'm still living

Yeah, this life is hard but I'm still living

This life is hard but I'm still living