Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Ground

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

Yeah, I'm I'm a little nuts, and I know I'm a headcase
Unpredictable are the toll that the stress takes
I carry the worlds weight my shoulders and neck ache
My sanity be going hill like a sled 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
Feelings are so bottled up, the is decomposing
That if this got opened it would cause a damn explosion
With overflowing emotions that I kept push
Like it was I was trying to drown, I know it now
I'm a little tightly strung and see I know I to find a doctor
And a therapist and a who got some miro oscar
'Cause surviving in this is full of irratance
It's got me wondering if I'll make it, my greatest fear is
So you hear my shit, you'll hear the hunger
As I'm trying to stay financially afloat and appearances
I've been in this middle ground, people say I made it
But so many that still don't know what my name is
hard to get a grasp on where I stand up in this game
All I know is I wouldn't be this if I was famous
Shit, I'm almost thirty and still I feel such a mess
I added fuel to the fire I had nothing left
Under stress, with a life of emptiness
Giving my all, and not a penny

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

I'm sick of felling I still got shit I gotta prove to you
What? I gotta go on Sway for a salute from you?
Go pull some dumb publicity shot by a movie crew
Just to be in the same conversation of all these newer
All my life been fighting to be accepted
And when I'm not I can't but to be affected
Unfairly percepted, making assumptions
Off my Melatonin levels and the state I'm rapping
I'm some kind of spoiled one percenter, go and get the facts
Shit I'm the product of a hard 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, Kibble up in Moose's dish
It's better than it use to be but see the is this
I re-invest almost everything into this shit
You think I'd still live at my if I was rich?
Really? See I'm just trying to keep my business
My sanity come second to these that I rap
Chain smoking from stress but at ten a pack
I'm killing myself, I'm killing my pockets with drag
it, I'ma keep on pushing though because I deserve the glory
I got an army of fans that murder for me
I do this for them until the whole planet has heard my story
Reporting live Purgatory

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

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