Pressure

25 And anxious inside Tryna survive The pressure of society I'm fine Fighting to keep writing these songs Righting my wrongs Fighting to be better Pray I’ll stack cheddar Cause I'm a goal setter, go-getter Money getter Rock an old sweater In any weather I flow better I should know better I'm a weed blazer Wanna be the cheese maker Fee taker, money breaker Needa be a real player Under paid and under rated Something's gotta change I'm debating how much Longer I can take it Working to the bone as I grow I’m creating in my home Openly devoted to the microphone Couldn't fake it Focus on my flow watch it grow All alone Someone stole my phone Sole soldier still stepping Picking up my weapon Never fretting still letting My heart be redirecting The feet in my shoes Feel the beat like a bruise The feeling that I choose to infuse I'm feeling enthused But I'm feeling confused I've been Intercepting weak threats from enemy lines I tend to be fine, but I'm feeling the blues Now I’m second guessing, my direction At the intersection Now I’m questioning my worth, my intention Questioning the reason that my feet hit the earth Tryna find purpose, whatcha reckon? Is it to? Punch a clock Get some money for some pot? Is it to? Work for someone else Chase wealth destroy my health? Is it to? Sell my soul to the highest bidding buyer? Sit at home spark the fire Lighting weed getting higher Is it to? Make the kind friends that are real to the end I know they've got my back no matter what's around the bend Is it to? Find love, take my heart up off the shelf But first I've got to find a way to really love myself