Middle Ground

{Intro} This is for all the happy rappers Who have real nice deals And have no idea what it's like to work this hard and still break even.. {Verse 1} I'm aware I'm a little nuts, and I know I'm a headcase Unpredictable moods are a toll that the stress takes I carry the world's weight tlil my shoulders and neck ache And my sanity be going downhill like a sled race All day my legs shake, like a nervous tick This Adderall don't work for shit, it only gives me thoughts that got me worried sick Feelings are so bottled up, the cork is decomposin' And if this shit gets opened, it'll cause a damn explosion With overflowing emotions that I kept pushed down Like it was someone I was trying to drown, I know it now I'm a little tightly strung and see I know I need to find a doctor And a therapist and a shaman who got some ayahuasca 'Cause surviving in this game that's full of irritants Has got me wonderin' if I'll make it, my greatest fear is this So when you hear this shit, you'll hear the hunger As I'm trying to stay financially afloat and keep appearances 'Cause I've been in this middle ground, people say I made it But there's so many that still don't know what my name is It's hard to get a grasp on where I stand up in this game And all I know is that I wouldn't be this broke if I was famous 'Cause shit, I'm almost thirty, and still I feel like such a mess I added fuel to the fire until I had nothing left Under stress, with a life full of emptiness Giving my all, and not a penny less [Chorus] In this middle ground, wondering if I'mma ever blow Middle ground, tearing at the fabric of my soul Middle ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the whole And these insecurities follow every where I go Middle ground, feeling like I'm barely gettin' by Middle ground, second guessing why I even try Middle ground, all I know how to do is survive So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I wanna cry {Verse 2} I'm sick of felling like I still got shit to prove to you What? I gotta go on Sway again for a salute from you? Go pull some dumb publicisty stunt shot by a movie crew Just to be in the same conversation of all these newer dudes All my life I've been fighting to be accepted And when I'm not I can't help but to be affected Unfairly percepted, people making assumptions Off my melotonin levels and the state that I'm reppin' Like I'm some kind of spoiled one-percenter, go and get the facts Shit, I'm the product of a hard working middle-class Just 'cause I wasn't bustin' a pistol or flippin' crack Doesn't mean I don't got a story worthy of written raps I'm getting by though, there's Kibble up in Moose's dish It's better than it use to be, but see the truth is this I re-invest almost everything in this music shit You think I'd still live at my parents if I was rich? Really? See I'm just trying to keep my business intact My sanity come second to these lyrics that I rap Chainsmoking from stress, but at 10 dollars a pack I'm killing myself and killing my pockets with every drag Fuck it, I'mma keep on pushing though because I deserve the glory I got an army of fans that would murder for me I do this shit for them until the whole planet has heard my story Reporting live from Purgatory [Chorus] In this middle ground, wondering if I'mma ever blow Middle ground, tearing at the fabric of my soul Middle ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the whole And these insecurities follow every where I go Middle ground, feeling like I'm barely gettin' by Middle ground, second guessing why I even try Middle ground, all I know how to do is survive So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I wanna cry