Vent

I've always been a dreamer
Watching stars as they glistening
My hearts so cold
You'd swear I was born and raised in Michigan
Fear and self loathing
Here we go with this again
My moment never came
So fuck it guess I missed it then
Momma said I'm born to win
They say I'm pretending
Here we go with this again
This is never ending
Like a stair case I'm forever descending
They claim to keep it real
But I'm the only representing

I forgot to mention
I keep this on point
I pour up a drink
You roll up a joint
That's just how it is
That's just how it goes
Some live life fast
Some live life slow
I stop and smell the rose
Like I'm the old butcher
And I ain't playing games nah
No Ashton Kutcher
Hot under stress
You can call me pressure cooker
And if I ever pass
It's going to be a no-looker
Put it on my tombstone
Would've, could've, should've
They never understood
So I flick them like booger
They say I don't know
What it's like to be a nigga
I guess it cause I look white
In all my fucking pictures
Go figure
So that's that
I'm chilling I'm feeling myself
And they be feeling right back
Aint wheeling and dealing with help
I'm out here trying to make a stack
Got them so disconnected
Like I pulled the phone jack
9 to 5 in the morning
10 to 7 at night
I've been mixing the cola
So I don't fuck with the sprite
I've been doing alright
I've been doing okay
I'm an ungrateful bastard
Or at least that's what they say