Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Ground

Yeah, this is for all the rappers
Who real nice deals
And have no idea what it's to work this hard and still break even

Yeah, I'm aware I'm a little nuts, and I I'm a headcase
moods are the toll that the stress takes
I the worlds weight until my shoulders and neck ache
My sanity be going down hill like a race
All day my legs shake, like a tick
This Adderall don't work for shit, it only gives me thoughts that got me worried
are so bottled up, the cork is decomposing
That if this got opened it would cause a damn explosion
With overflowing emotions that I kept down
Like it was I was trying to drown, I know it now
I'm a little tightly strung and see I I need to find a doctor
And a therapist and a shimen who got miro oscar
'Cause surviving in this game is full of
It's got me wondering if I'll make it, my fear is this
So you hear my shit, you'll hear the hunger
As I'm trying to financially afloat and keep appearances
I've been in this middle ground, people say I made it
But there's so many that still don't know my name is
It's hard to get a on where I stand up in this game
All I know is I be this broke if I was famous
Shit, I'm thirty and still I feel like such a mess
I added fuel to the 'til I had nothing left
Under stress, with a full of emptiness
Giving my all, and not a less

In this middle ground, wondering if I'm going to blow
Middle ground, tearing at the of my soul
ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the whole
These follow every where I go
Middle ground, like I'm barely getting by
ground, second guessing why I even try
Middle ground, all I know how to do is
So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I cry

I'm sick of felling I still got shit I gotta prove to you
I gotta go on Sway again for a salute from you?
Go pull some dumb stunt shot by a movie crew
to be in the same conversation of all these newer dudes
All my life I've fighting to be accepted
And when I'm not I can't help but to be
Unfairly percepted, people making
Off my Melatonin and the state that I'm rapping
Like I'm some of spoiled one percenter, go and get the facts
I'm the product of a hard working middle-class
Just 'cause I wasn't a pistol or flipping crack
mean I don't got a story worthy of written raps
I'm getting by though, there's Kibble up in Moose's
It's better it use to be but see the truth is this
I almost everything into this music shit
You I'd still live at my parents if I was rich?
Really? See I'm just trying to keep my intact
My sanity second to these lyrics that I rap
Chain smoking from stress but at ten a pack
I'm killing myself, I'm killing my pockets with every
Fuck it, keep on pushing though because I deserve the glory
I got an army of that would murder for me
I do this shit for them until the whole has heard my story
Reporting live Purgatory

In this ground, wondering if I'm going to ever blow
Middle ground, at the fabric of my soul
Middle ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the
These insecurities follow every I go
Middle ground, feeling like I'm barely by
Middle ground, second why I even try
Middle ground, all I how to do is survive
So mad that I wanna scream, so sad that I cry

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