Soul Searching (Interlude)

Sometimes I wonder if I should sell my soul
The exchange of something divine for a mere pot of gold
If the devil is so clever he should already know
It's no deal why would I need him to achieve my goals
But goddamn it's been hard lately
If the grind doesn't do it then depression will kill me
I've been stripped of my feelings I am beyond jaded
Questioning if I'll be complete once a nigga make it
I don't know but I highly doubt it
I got people counting on me I cannot be reminded
Of the losses that I've taken now I'm rebounding
My aim's set for the top every shot I get I'm shooting
Failure is a great teacher I learned a lot from losing
Other niggas cannot fit my shoes they've been quitting
I've been tempted many times, don't think I'll ever give in
Success is a must so now a nigga soul searching