[Intro]

Test 1

Test 1, 2

Let's turn it up a little bit, how does that sound

Yeah I think that's good

Yeah, alright

[Verse]

Once again here I am

I bare my soul on a track

And tear what's holding me back down

Fear that nobody actually cares and I don't matter

My hopes shattered

I'm dope rapping to folks

That won't catch it with closed captions

Or maybe my flow's average

Or maybe got no talent

But if I think like that

I sink right back

To feeling like I'm worthless

I might as well grab the ink, write tracks

And express it, that's the writers purpose

I feel like my peers are so far ahead of me

But they swear that my bars are deadly

And it's sincere when they compliment me

And I still feel like they're tryna find ways

Just to tell me that I'm awful gently

But when I'm on the stage with all the eyes and ears

Of the audiences pointed at me all attently

I just deliver it so confidently

And it's as if I was born ready to kill a show

I love performing medleys of my own making

But I'm ashamed of my creations

But I feel like I'm just shy of greatness

But what kind of change and

Adjustments that I should make

I'm still struggling to find today

But everybody gotta find a way, right?

They never see the behind the scenes

Grind for weeks, months, years

Ink, blood, tears

Maybe I am the sickest of lyricists

Still I'm spinning a chrysalis

Until the wings come in

[Outro]

Yeah

I think I can leave it there, I like that