Obscure

I've never been the type to let loose real easy If I could change what I've become I would, believe me Sometimes I take a step back to steady my breathing And focus only on eradicating every demon Cause I put too much on my plate at once And I get overwhelmed I wear my heart up on my sleeve like it was show and tell But I don't show enough, I usually just throw and yell And maybe I exaggerate a bit but you don't know me well So I just get on tracks instead of getting plastered Planning for a plaque that I can put up on my shelf when I get this shit mastered I'm far from average, no ordinary bastard A picture perfect moment isn't perfect if it's never captured That's why I keep a Kodak on me constantly Destined to be greater, I'm somewhat of an anomaly The probability of being great is not a probably Awoken to a voice that said now go fulfill the prophecy So I woke up this morning ready to go Like I've been doing for the past year I swear for months now I been ready to blow But I ain't ever made it past here I'm forced to rip it apart Rhythm is straight from the heart Spilling some intimate bars Fighting a war I cannot pay no attention Where is the Ritalin drawer? Feeling like somebody fumbled upon to a knife Now they sticking it into my core Leaving me wishing for more Married to the game? Think I should get a divorce This shit is obscure I'm thinking it's how I feel Maybe I'm not really sure Don't know if I'm keeping it real I hate the fact that I can't let go and just live life What's my fixation with the metros and real big lights You'll never understand They'll never understand I'm on my own I hope I make a hundred bands because I found my zone A place that I can fit in A place to call my home But if I don't cement a spot soon then it's an endless roam So I ain't playing that shit I keep 'em guessing with the chopped flows Not paying that rent Till I turn profit from apostles I stay in my whip a lot but I'm avoiding all the potholes I'm desperately searching for the plot but only God knows I'll meet you at the crossroads When ain't nobody got flows And do my best to make my papa proud because I dropped hoes And got gold, and popped shows So thankful that I got chosen Polar so my mind's frozen Thoughts spilled, brain knocked open I'm fucked up