Own Hands

7 O'clock I get up when the sun shine Full of energy I'm heading to work now You like their stories but have you heard mine Remember you make the most progress at your worst times Hard work pays off life is a struggle I take everything I even counting the numbers When it's a high risk the price is doubled mhm I'm coldhearted but I fight when I love them yeah On your journey make sure to break barriers When it's all said and done you will be happier I do it for myself and I pave the way Like a full speed train suggest you to stay away You got a roof over your head what are you crying about You living good got cash but you hide them out You wanna throw waves on me I ride them out You hear the bell ring that means your time is out How come I always feel like this And why did I go all the way I never wanted it to be like this I gotta start take control with my own hands How come I always feel like this And why did I go all the way I never wanted it to be like this I gotta start take control with my own hands I thought dreams could be achieved by off-schemes How can I counter-strike when I lost steam A lot of time and energy what it cost me I gotta show you I can shine without the flossing I gotta get on my grind before the coffin Pokemon I want smoke before I'm Koffing Too many hurdles but I'm over those Tell me is it suicide or murder if I overdose Circulation plans my mind was spinning My progress was thinner than linens Every day the devil-birds was singing and singing If I'm a king with no gimmicks I'mma be winning and winning No image no limits, back on my shit I can see through it all I wouldn't crash in a mist I just want to express myself I pass on the glitz I'd rather help other people I got no time to be rich How come I always feel like this And why did I go all the way I never wanted it to be like this I gotta start take control with my own hands How come I always feel like this And why did I go all the way I never wanted it to be like this I gotta start take control with my own hands It's 9 PM I'm coming home when the sun's down Put my headphones on and hear the drum-sound Grab my pen and paper time to go dumb now Practicing so much I need to bring a pair of new lungs out Itching in my body when I didn't write music I've talked a lot of shit and now it's time for me to prove it I don't wanna express feelings if I feel the expression is useless I've been writing in my sleep my dreams are lucid You hear him calling though? But I would still be forced to listen to his voice even if I cut the audio I stopped partying I started with cardio Red and blue outfit I started running like Mario Up and down circling around with no shrooms Painting pictures might as well give you my soul too There's too much inside so I guess there would be no room Talking to myself when I'm saying I miss the old you How come I always feel like this And why did I go all the way I never wanted it to be like this I gotta start take control with my own hands How come I always feel like this And why did I go all the way I never wanted it to be like this I gotta start take control with my own hands