The Road

[Verse 1]
I'm at the threshold now it's time to really rap
Going for broke now ain't no time for looking back
It's oversaturated can a nigga really make it
The smoke and mirrors ill causing real niggas to fake it
Getting lost in this facade called the industry
After my marginal success comes the misery
You want to rap what you know about this broke life
Fucked up tours, lost luggage, missed flights
I'm trying to get it in but customs trying to keep me out
It's 50 people in the spot thanks for coming out
No guarentees on selling Ts ready to dumb out
I'm frustrated watching all these wack niggas who made it
Promoters fail to promote right, I'm aggravated
But I'm keeping my committment to the shows that's slated
And if you ask me how the tour went the shit went well
'Cause I made it back without going to jail

[Hook]
Now throw your hands in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
And if you ready to rock with B-L-A-C
Somebody say oh yeah
Oh yeah
Another show, another tour, another flight abroad
Another couch, another house, I don't know where we are
Another show, another tour, another flight abroad
Another couch, another house, I don't know where we are

[Verse 2]
Now here we go again I'm chasing this pipe dream
In front of audiences packed with hype teens
They bought the album, word of mouth no magazine
It's popping off I'm getting love in the indy scene
Ain't nothing handed to me, paying dues is mandatory
Haters say I couldn't do it now they changing stories
Same niggas trying to get a fucking feature from me
I never be shit right that's what my teachers told me
Did time, wrote rhymes now they quote my lines
My co-signs was divine I deserve the shine
From a cage to the stage a nigga getting paid
More than minimum wage fuck what a critic say
They talk about it but I'm living this everyday
A painted portrait of a kid from around the way
I'm steadfast on the straight path I never stray
I'm focused on the bigger goal when I'm out on the road

[Hook]