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