I'm trying to hold on
but my fingers are slipping, sweat dripping from my palms
my only grip is the words i rip in these songs
giving me a few seconds longer,
but with every verse my arms get stronger,
these used tapes giving me a base to fall on
with the mind set of a restless kid with a message,
blessed with the opportunity
for you and me
to see things truthfully,
yet the media tries fooling me
pulling me from this hill that I've worked so hard to build,
the dirt packed with hard work, sweat and will
But i have yet to fulfill my still unheard dream
it seems, its floating in the air where i just cant reach,
being broken down by fiends,
cigarettes and alcohol ascending from the pockets of their jeans,
bling gleaming from their neck crease,
blinding me so i cant see
what lies a head of me
