Sometimes I think of a life with no worry, My visions blurry, My words are slurring, But it’s my story so I keep on working, Till my lines are perfect I know I deserve it, Why am I hurting I’m constantly searching, Why am I hurting I’m constantly searching, They say I need to be more real, Spit about my life and the things which I deal, Always sitting here writing hoping one day my dreams will finally seal, Looking into my sons eyes want to make him big meals, Struggling everyday to turn my wheel do you feel what I feel, Do you feel what I feel, Somtimes I feel like a electric automobile with no charge and a broken steering wheel, I’d kill to get a dream that they got don’t know if I want to be on top just want to be noticed by god and abroad, Just want to be noticed by god and abroad, Somtimes I think of a life with no worry, My visions blurry, My words are slurring, But it’s my story so I keep on working, Till my lines are perfect I know I deserve it, Why am I hurting I’m constantly searching, Why am I hurting I’m constantly searching...... ..............