Sometimes I just feel like, quittin,
I still mic, why do I put up this fight, why do I still write,
Sometimes its hard enough just dealing with real life,
Sometimes I just wanna jump on stage and just kill mics,
And show these people what my level of skills like,
But Im still white, sometimes I just hate life,
Something aint right, hit the brake lights,
Case of this stage fright, draw on the plane flight

Call but I might fall,
It aint my fault breaking my balls
My insides crawl and I clam up,
I just slam shut, I just cant do it,
My whole man-hoods, just been stripped,
Ive just been picked so I must then get on the bus then split,
Man fuck this shit, yo Im going the fuck home,
World on my shoulders as I run back to this aint my room...

Im a man, Im a make a new plan,
Time for me to just stand up and travel new land,
Time to leave and just take matters into my own hands,
Once Im over these track man Im a never look back,

And Im gone and I know right where Im goin,
Sorry momma Im grown, I must travel alone,
Aint no followin footsteps, Im making my own,
Only way that I know how to escape from, this aint my room...

Verse 2

Walking these train tracks trying to regain back,
The spirit I have before I go back to the same crap,
To the same plant, in the same pants,
Trying to chase rap, gotta move a.s.a.p,
Gotta get a new plan, mommas gotta new man,
Poor little baby sister, she dont understand,
Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad,
And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand,
While she just colours her big brother and mother and dad
Theres no telling what really goes on in her little head,
Wish that I could be the daddy that neither one of us had,
But I keep running from something I never wanted so bad,
Sometimes I get upset, cause I aint blew up yet,
Its like I grew up but I aint grown up to nuts yet,
Dont got a rep, my step, dont got enough pep,
The pressures too much man Im just trying...