I've been making some efforts to better better myself More often then not I feel pressed Remind I better find help Like I don't know where I dwell Hands reaching leave me dazed and perplexed Shake it off but feel it follow till the day that I rest I'm tight rope jogging Payed my dues and cut my losses Drew my muse from this music I'm used to being called an artist You fixed on keeping your blunts rolled I'm focused on keeping my role blunt All you do has been done, old I'm aiming on doing my own stunts I see these copycatters They scheming for all my cabbage I am leaving them and taking hold of all that I can manage Distraction; eased off of the pedal and lost my footing Hit the emergency brake almost lost my life like I should've Had to regain my composure was still good just shook up A little hiccup still alive, no luck I had to look up Got a sense of direction My whole defense is a weapon Youngin, don't test the parameter fore you have to get checked in Listen Assertive and observing all aspects that could concern me Lock in my eye contact so you know I read you look worried Rowed the boat on my own, no need for no sail outs Bored then throw a dog a bone, letting you take it to your grave now Look, my feet they may fail me but I trust where I'm headed Line of sight steady; owe no one a ounce of my credit Imma get it; pave through the mud with my spirit within me Bet that I'll stay treading onward til I have reached the six feet Not a leader nor a follower Not a hollow person I'll be where the flowers were Watering my own garden What was I doing looking after others overlook my own starving Sit down the shows starting