Ambition

i saw your eyes once, you remind me that im still alive

half the time i had i spent it on the drinks i buy

the way you talk to me reminds me that i did survive

that i've been taking life for granted when i never try

i see some people working day and night, always fighting

i know some people that dont ever try, always whining

you tell me write some more, show the world the dreams you carry

but when i show em i dont think anyone wants to try em

you told me slow it down, let your brain become inspired

but my anxiety dont ever let me rest, im trying

and its a fight against the clock but i dont think i got it

the point is i got you right beside me, always trying

i dont keep track of what i got and thats a flaw i got

see i've been counting flaws, measuring my worth alot

forget the times i said im fine i got alot to fix

i know my pride wont ever let me say im not enough

i wish i told you bout the times where i was not enough

i wish i knew of different ways to say all that i saw

because me telling you im different with a clock inside

aint really showing how much hurt im feeling on my scars

cause when my pain is the painting it aint pretty aint it?

would sell my soul so i could show the world the dreams im making

dont throw me pity, you think that im the weakest, you're mistaken

it takes a hell of a soul to feel the shit that i've been taking

so whats the deal with it?

suddenly people been judging me they aint feeling me

and i've been closing myself with the people real with me

i realised that all o yall aint never realy felt me

i got ambitions that are scary to the plenty

and all of that discourages the weak tryna befriend me

aint never been a pussy, i got goals to finish, plenty

got a family to feed cause the government never fed me

so paint a picture with me

you see your mother country burning down, feel it with me

you see the greed on top the rubble being still wealthy

and all the people at the bottom having stomachs empty

you see the governors destroying all the things we made

and a lousy check coming every first day

but all the thirst aint never quenched because its just enough

to last another month, and then the other month

man its just not enough

i got a problem with myself but yet i hate them most

i hate the people that chose my country being broke

because 64 percent of it isnt whole

and 36 percent of us was taken from us all

who do you trust?

in this day and age, slave away if you must

try to feed your family, you still dont do enough

your taxes go to immigrants that came to live so thus

we're fucked