The Search
[Verse 1]
I get it, there's nobody out here that fucks with me,
Luckily, I can just fuck with myself like I have been,
Rapping has always been the passion,
I'm acting like I don't know what happened,
My life took a turn, for better or worse,
Am I blessed, am I cursed,
Verse after verse I deliver the shit that they want in a hearse,
Am I perfect or perping,
I've been rehearsing the answer to that for quite some time now,
Think I need a time out,
I'm tryna lose my mind now,
Surrounded by darkness, I'll grind till there's light out,
Damn it, I did it, I did it,
I'm fully committed,
Outwitting these niggas that's spitting,
That nonsense,
Right in your ear till you listen,
What's missing, my nigga,
What's missing is,
Persistence to keep up existence,
Don't mention it,
Expecting the worst from the best,
I'm upset but I gotta neglect,
The negatives, focus on positives,
I got a lot to give,
They are not stopping it,
I am not dropping if,
I think I'm not the kid,
The boy, the man, the one,
It's begun, man I'm thinking I got the gift,
It's awesome, spectacular,
This life's a champion, I'm just a challenger,
I will not challenge her, life is a bitch,
But I'm a scavenger, I found my niche,
I only exist if these rhymes do,
So it's fuck everybody, times two,
From Cincy to Tampa,
I know what I'm after,
But frankly I guess imma find clues.

[Interlude]
The story's the same,
If I told you, you'd swear that you heard it all,
Where'd it all change,
I'm yelling but don't think I'm heard at all,
The story's the same,
If I told you, you'd swear that you heard it all,
I'm looking for change,
But no one is helping the search at all,
The search is on,
The search is on,
The search is on,
The search is on,
I'm looking for change,
The search is on,
I'm looking for change,
But no one is helping the search at all.

[Verse 2]
Guess imma find clues,
Fuck your feelings, cause it's fuck mine too,
Yours may not hurt when you got it the worst,
But I'll tell you the truth, mine do,
Taken for granted, I'm feeling dismantled,
All torn apart, wishing no one had tampered,
What's this predicament,
I find it sickening,
Mentioning,
I'm not myself again,
Oh well,
My memoirs seemed to go well,
"Ok, tell me what's wrong"
"Doc, maybe you were right all along"
"What do you mean?"
"I like my nights spent alone, doing what I please when I get in the zone"
"You just need some help"
"Should've seen that coming"
"I'm serious"
"Honestly, I feel like running"
"Your memoirs helped though"
"Yeah but who's reading?"
"Well, I am"
"It's unneeded,
Fuck this self pity,
I just fucking feel like quitting"
"Maybe you should write some more,
Make memoirs like before,
I believe you're only stopping yourself,
In fact, I'm willing to bet"
"Stop"
"No, you're one of the best"
Battle with my conscienceness,
He telling that me I'm the best,
But the sad truth is, I'm feeling just the opposite,
I can spit, yeah I know it's true,
Whether in my head or I'm stuck in a booth,
There's nothing to do,
I mean, there's nothing to lose,
I might as well write an entry or two,
Guess it's time to find out what my words can do,
Double X I, thought it looked cool...