Four years, I'm still going strong Pouring out all my emotions into every song Always in the studio, cuz that’s where I belong And I'm learning new things as I go along Prolly wouldn't know what’s going on up in my brain Writing about the truth, and that's never gonna change Making music for the ones who say they feel the same Making music for the ones that say they can relate Pouring my emotions into all of these verses But lately I feel like my mind just short circuits Probably my anxiety, making me feel nervous I can't even fucking think and I'm really just feeling wordless I'm struggling with the pen, fuck this writer's block Tryna write this shit, stuck in silent thought I can't never quit, that's what I was taught Fucking strike me down, like a lightning rod I gotta surge, here I go again, another verse Writing shit down and connecting all the words Thinking of the things that nobody’s ever heard Do it all again and then put it in reverse Tryna make this shit good, and I’m fucking under pressure I ain't tryna fit the wave of always writing about depression I just wanna write the truth and I just wanna be expressive But they compare me to these niggas who aren’t even that impressive Money, bitches, drugs, thats the common theme They use simple rhymes, and they all are weak They a flock of sheep, that can't follow me They ain't got no skill, got no quality Ain't no one like me and I know it I flow like a rapper, but speak like a poet Like Eminem said in 8 Mile, he spoke this Got one opportunity, and I can’t blow it