Luyện nghe bài hát Middle Ground

Yeah, this is for all the rappers
Who have real nice
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 until my shoulders and neck
My sanity be going hill like a sled race
All day my shake, like a nervous tick
This Adderall don't work for shit, it only gives me that got me worried sick
Feelings are so up, the cork is decomposing
That if shit got opened it would cause a damn explosion
With overflowing that I kept push down
Like it was someone I was trying to drown, I 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 of irratance
It's got me if I'll make it, my greatest fear is this
So when you hear my shit, you'll hear the
As I'm trying to stay financially and keep appearances
'Cause been in this middle ground, people say I made it
But there's so many that still know what my name is
It's hard to get a on where I stand up in this game
All I know is I wouldn't be this broke if I was
Shit, I'm almost thirty and still I feel like such a
I added fuel to the 'til I had nothing left
stress, with a life full of emptiness
Giving my all, and not a penny

In this ground, wondering if I'm going to ever blow
Middle ground, at the fabric of my soul
ground, feeling like I'm stuck up in the whole
These insecurities follow every I go
Middle ground, feeling like I'm getting by
Middle ground, second why I even try
ground, all I know how to do is survive
So mad that I wanna scream, so sad I wanna 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 publicity stunt shot by a crew
Just to be in the same conversation of all newer dudes
All my life I've fighting to be accepted
And when I'm not I help but to be affected
Unfairly percepted, making assumptions
Off my Melatonin levels and the state that I'm
Like I'm some kind of spoiled one percenter, go and get the
Shit I'm the product of a hard working
Just 'cause I wasn't busting a pistol or crack
Doesn't 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 than it use to be but see the truth is
I almost everything into this music shit
You think I'd still live at my if I was rich?
Really? See I'm trying to keep my business 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, I'ma keep on pushing because I deserve the glory
I got an army of fans that murder for me
I do this shit for them until the whole planet has my story
Reporting from Purgatory

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

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