[Intro: Xzibit]
You know 'bout five ten years ago I spent five of that ten years
Really in a really depressed state
And I was drinking heavily I was sitting in the house
I wasn't coming outside
People were talking about my taxes
People were talking about my pimp my ride show
And you know it was funny
It was like "hahaha"
But then I was like okay
So I can sit here and I can dwell in this and be on this hamster Wheel
Or I can accept the fact that people love misery loves company
And no matter what I do no matter what I say
They're gonna enjoy the fact the I'm not where I was
[Verse 1]
Hard times making it hard to rhyme
You start a line but a idea is hard to find
You want your art to shine
But the weight of the world give you the darkest mind
Now your heart's confined by the artist grind
You try to stop your motivation shook
Got writers block 'cause it's problems every place you look
Now you ain't wrote a fucking word and you feeling like Zuckerberg
'Cause you know you and your pen gon' have to face your book
Shit
Your family's always bitching like fix your life
Stop dreaming about the shit you write
Start thinking about kids and wife
But before you give up ripping mics
You gon' give your wrist to slice with a kitchen knife
Nobody understands a starving artist
You try to create your art regardless but can't escape
All the thoughts you harness
The seeds of doubt start to harvest
That's when the heartless vultures just starts to ripping apart your Carcass like stop
You know 'bout five ten years ago I spent five of that ten years
Really in a really depressed state
And I was drinking heavily I was sitting in the house
I wasn't coming outside
People were talking about my taxes
People were talking about my pimp my ride show
And you know it was funny
It was like "hahaha"
But then I was like okay
So I can sit here and I can dwell in this and be on this hamster Wheel
Or I can accept the fact that people love misery loves company
And no matter what I do no matter what I say
They're gonna enjoy the fact the I'm not where I was
[Verse 1]
Hard times making it hard to rhyme
You start a line but a idea is hard to find
You want your art to shine
But the weight of the world give you the darkest mind
Now your heart's confined by the artist grind
You try to stop your motivation shook
Got writers block 'cause it's problems every place you look
Now you ain't wrote a fucking word and you feeling like Zuckerberg
'Cause you know you and your pen gon' have to face your book
Shit
Your family's always bitching like fix your life
Stop dreaming about the shit you write
Start thinking about kids and wife
But before you give up ripping mics
You gon' give your wrist to slice with a kitchen knife
Nobody understands a starving artist
You try to create your art regardless but can't escape
All the thoughts you harness
The seeds of doubt start to harvest
That's when the heartless vultures just starts to ripping apart your Carcass like stop
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