And I firmly believe that not a thing will come to me freely

I lay back, watch some TV, relax, and then take it easy

Buried deeply beneath the struggle, release it on a cd

Wipe the old slate cleanly, believe it that you can't see me

When I put the shades on and cover my head up in a beanie

Feel forced to be dirty like the opposite of Greenpeace

I mean, I can never escape who I was in the past

Fading fast, hoping that the new me is the one that lasts

Transparent enough that I seem to be made of glass

Seemingly OK with the way that I shrug it off and laugh

When really I'm struggling for a simple hold or a grasp

So I rap, and pray to God that I'll make it back

To my roots to record another track that holds my soul

Every accent in my flow shows another boy trying to be grown

Trying to grow up, and trying to grow old

Trying to know what I will do until my times up

Maybe I won't be doing this, and that's fine but

I want my own control and I want to feel whole

And I want to not worry about how I'm gonna roll

Because possessions are not the goal so I want a piece of mind

18 years of age, taking stage, still looking for what I'll find

I've learned that I'll never be what you want me to be

But I can be everything I want to be, and that's why I dream

Nothing is stopping me but my own doubts and inhibitions

Reminiscing over all the times that I should've listened

But I didn't because I was too hard headed to take given

Advice so I might last until the sunlight or to another time

Where I can grip the mic tight and make life right and fine

Tell me, if I left tonight would you remember my memory

Or would it fade instantly into oblivion like chivalry

Come with me, because I can't walk alone, a home isn't a home

When the provider can't provide on their own

It's time for me to become a man ahead of schedule

Need to learn to take a pull when pushing doesn't work at all

Like a door with the handle broken off I'm not easy to access

Lost in my mind and I haven't made it back yet

I'll only catch glimpses of life in this world

And at best, I'll cry out for help but I can't believe in myself

With every new dawn breaking, I glimpse a bit of the hand that's dealt

To me, and I have the dead man's hand, too dark to see

If my solution was a stones throw away, I'd still miss it

Because I overlook simple details that get called dismissive

It hurts me

It hurts my soul

It hurts my heart

It hurts my soul

It hurts my heart

It hurts my soul

And It's tearing me apart

It hurts my soul

It hurts my heart'