will he make it out?

Its only matter a time before I turn on the light And light fades away again Time is chasing me down Fly away or sit down Been a while since felt this way Feeling free to create like I did in 8th grade Feels good, feels good Gotta long story to tell, kinda jottin it down Kinda feelin it out, finally feelin allowed To make art that really isn't my sound I got way too many songs But not enough for myself Take away from my hobby So i can go to my job, yeah I love life, but truth be told I can't breathe when I think Of being stuck in this hole Will he make it out? Will he make it out? High school me said this'd last forever I haven't touched a beat since last September Will he make it out? Will he make it out? Go to work all day til death, yeah I either get my dream now or never