Nobodys Listening (Pt 2)

I got a heart full of pain

Head full of stress

Hand full if anger

Held in my chest

And everything else is a waste of time

I hate my rhymes

But hate everyone else's more

I'm riding on the back of this pressure

Guessing that is better

I can't keep myself together

Because all this stress

Gave me something to write on

The pain gave me something

I can set my sight on

You never forget the blood, sweat, and tears

The uphill struggle over the years

The fear and trash talking

And the people it was to

And the people that started it

Just like you