Fully Aware

[Verse 1]
Let me tell who I am as a man
I'm a man who grinds hard so I don't understand
How a lot of people make it when they're really sayin' nothin'
A lot of people faking like a hollywood production
A lot people biting' till they chip a bicuspid
But I ain't gon' change it up, I'm like "fuck it"
If that's what it takes to make it
I'll be happy layin' tapes in a basement where we actually say shit
It hurts a little bit and it bruise my ego
To see chances given to a untalented people
If my end is being fake and they copy like kinko's
Then I’ll just stay out here and watch through the peephole
My mama taught me better than to put up a front
And my pops taught me to never go out like a punk
So I'mma keep on grindin', survivin' and writin' lines
To the drums while the instruments are cryin' like

[Hook x2]
I'm fully aware
That I might never make it but I don't really care
I ain't got a bone in my body that's tellin' me "stop"
When this hip-hop it's all that I got
Man it's all that I got

[Verse 2]
I was raised to love music for the talent involved
Watchin' pops sing a song, while he strung the guitar
It was embeded in my soul like a permament scar
Making music is nothing if it don't tell who you are
There's good times, bad times, love songs, sad rhymes
All of it can happen within a span of a lifetime
And I don't wanna exclude any emotion
But me doing me, makes making it hopeless
I refuse to conform to a market of a artist
I just do what I do, and market it the hardest I can
Within my financial condition
And just pray that somebody will listen (it's the mission)
I've done good so far and made some fans
Made some connects and watch them slip through my hands
So I keep on gridin', survivin' and writin' lines
To the drums while the instruments are cryin' like

[Hook x2]