Middle Ground Chris Webby

{Intro}
This is for all the happy rappers
Who have real nice deals
And have no idea what it's like to work this hard and still break even..

{Verse 1}
I'm aware I'm a little nuts, and I know I'm a headcase
Unpredictable moods are a toll that the stress takes
I carry the world's weight tlil my shoulders and neck ache
And my sanity be going downhill like a sled race
All day my legs shake, like a nervous tick
This Adderall don't work for shit, it only gives me thoughts that got me worried sick
Feelings are so bottled up, the cork is decomposin'
And if this shit gets opened, it'll cause a damn explosion
With overflowing emotions that I kept pushed down
Like it was someone I was trying to drown, I know it now
I'm a little tightly strung and see I know I need to find a doctor
And a therapist and a shaman who got some ayahuasca
'Cause surviving in this game that's full of irritants
Has got me wonderin' if I'll make it, my greatest fear is this
So when you hear this shit, you'll hear the hunger
As I'm trying to stay financially afloat and keep appearances
'Cause I've been in this middle ground, people say I made it
But there's so many that still don't know what my name is
It's hard to get a grasp on where I stand up in this game
And all I know is that I wouldn't be this broke if I was famous
'Cause shit, I'm almost thirty, and still I feel like such a mess
I added fuel to the fire until I had nothing left
Under stress, with a life full of emptiness
Giving my all, and not a penny less