"I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress
handfull of anger, held in my chest
And everything leftÂ’s a waste of time
I hate my rhymes, but hate everyone elseÂ’s more
IÂ’m riding on the back of this pressure
Guessing that itÂ’s better I canÂ’t keep myself together
Because all of this stress gave me something to write on
The pain gave me something I could set my sights on
Never forget the blood sweat and tears
The uphill struggle over years the fear and
Trash talking and the people it was to
And the people that started it just like you."