Off the Scale

I been tryna work out the point of all of this,
At times I feel like a foolish prick,
This life is lacking purpose, feeling mauled within,
Just tryna find exactly what my calling is,
My foot is on the gas, but I'm stalling it,
Ain't focused on the cash, so I ain't hauling it,
I been hopeless feeling mashed, sat here smoking on a stash, Broken as a lad, and I've been falling since.
This life is seeming crazy,

I'm sick of feeling lazy,
I ain't winning in this race and it's starting to phase me, I'm living in a maze and I'm struggling to break free, But they ain't gonna break me,
I'm smoking on some great weed,
Tried setting my brain free, ain't tryna chase P's,
They never can enslave me,
Haters salty as fuck, like processed poultry and nuts, I take all of the hate as the faultiest love,
Building some hype, they're calling it luck,

I'm saying it's time, I been tortured enough.
I'm saying this life is daunting enough,
Like using a knife, to drain all of your blood,
I'm losing my mind, my thoughts seeming rough, But choosing to climb not pausing and stuck,
So the only way is up, the only way is forward,
I ain't wanting fifty years to watch TV in boredom,
Been thinking about the system and harm it's causing, When I think of one problem, I think of more things When does poor win? When do rich lose?

Striving 60 hours with no time to hit snooze,
My heart is feeling numb from the harm it's been through, Not seeing enough colour, like life's a grim blue.

So I'm puffing in a cloud,
I'm struggling right now,
I been working unseen like the hustle doesn't count, Dropping one track and another's coming out,
Work rate off the scale,
I'm Working til I'm pale,
My head is feeling shaky but this person isn't frail,
And I know I'm gonna make it, before they're burning him in hell,

And I've been working for years, while hurting with tears, Burning my fears to keep turning the gears,
Focused on self, uncertain of peers,
While learning that persons on Earth disappear,
My purpose on Earth and my worth isn't clear,
But I'm certain I'll learn, not be cursed like my peers, Internally worsening, worthless as dirt,
Murdering words, and not earning the cheers.
I'm living in a mission, dealing with division, Inside my mind, gotta break the repetition, Passion burns so I'm never quitting til I'm finished In a never ending struggle to break away tradition I Guess it's just me now, isolated,
Sitting in a cloud with the lighter blazing,
As I fight for haven, I hide the mayhem,
And I can't relax, cos there's no time for patience

So I'm puffing in a cloud,
I'm struggling right now,
I been working unseen like the hustle doesn't count, Dropping one track and another's coming out,
Work rate off the scale,
I'm Working til I'm pale,
My head is feeling shaky but this person isn't frail,
And I know I'm gonna make it, before they're burning him in hell,

So This is it, Start, middle or finish,
The story of life which ain't stopping spinning, Been living this life, no care of opinions,
But time's gonna tell if in life I'll be Winning. Inside in a mixture of driven and livid,
I'm writing a scripture, willing to kill it,
Not smiling in pictures, mind still isn't grinning, Just seeking the peace I find when I'm spitting.