Random Thoughts

its quarter past four

bout to walk in the door for work

cause yo boy's lookin poor

500 in debt and I dont even know whats bout to happen next

gotta pick up another job just to pay the rent

I aint playin man im stressin

lookin for direction

im a young man and dont even recognize my own reflection

my life is like a cycle or loop I cant break

i blaze the weed because the high is now my only escape

I guess I small part still expects to wake up from this dream

and it would seem im letting life slowly pass from me

pardon cause I aint tryna be cheesy

but they used to say im special and nobody else could be me

now im almost 21 and havent done anything

what a tragedy my sadness I cant mask it

if this is too depressing you can go ahead and trash it

I sit here askin where the hell am I goin

cause by the end of my life I hope to have something to show for it

just go for it, my mind tells me everytime

but lookin at other rappers got me second guessing my rhymes

crossing out the lines and rewrite em again

its taken everything to find the motivation within

just to pick up the pen, maybe now maybe then

cause they look at my skin like its original sin

the modern age is damn crazy

phones with internet data connections got me actin lazy

vision hazy from the weed that I toke

now my lungs cant go one day without the smoke

no money in my bank account ya boyz broke