working to hard???

People telling me I’m working too hard to get a track Like it’s a felony to wanna get past stars So I bomb on em, mentally developing my art So that soon enough, I can move up the chart and ladder But unfortunately, niggas wanna take my head I use this to prepare myself for when they try to take my bread No margins, man I cannot lose That’s the same way peter thought before he took that snooze That’s the same way Adolf thought before he injected the medicine And then the rest hung from the noose Now I ain’t sayin I’m a Nazi or an apostle or whatever I just think deeply when I write past invisible margins or whatever A lyrical marksman, with his pen and his pad Lines and margins are like snakes, but they can’t hold me back So I guess that there are no margins Just open fields and roads, and I guess I gotta cross them