Will I Make It?

[Verse 1]
This goes out to the people who are thinking of giving up
But I agree everything's ridiculous
Trapped in the rhythm of living with doubt yeah it's difficult
As we allow each articulate
Vision twist what we know clear
When we hold fear, it sings out and it's delectable to listen to
It's interesting isn't it realism is our best defense
Our foundation so we won't get disappointed or discontent
What's the point of dreaming big or even trying
You don't who I am, they won't care if I quit
My friends are fortunate, talеnted, and flourishing
I put in so much work, will I ever gеt my chance
That path has a different pulse
As it branches out with random unexpected results
Usually an opportunity moves fruitlessly from our reach
As a reminder to be the best you that you can be

[Verse 2]
Because with each measure and task we develop a path
And instead of glancing ahead we're stuck rubbernecking our past
Conversate with the hatred, concentrate on complaining
Constantly complicating each thought till they're all entangled
Creating a situation where creating becomes painful
Each operation feels like we're creatively disabled
Cradle impatience priorities decompose
Aligning with complacency our anxiety grows
Redefining our soul solidifying a home
Assembled entirely out of unrecognizable stones
Scrutinizing the final product thoughtfully
Stuck following unconsciously, but do you wanna be a wannabe
When you can be the one who reaches farther than a lot of these
People who only wanna piece of stardom like astronomy
So stop pondering your significance and promise me
You'll stop comparing yourself especially since are unique

[Verse 3]
What can I accomplish when my hearts not fueled up
Am I dishonest by making something other than music
Cause lately I'm dealing with thoughts that have swooped in
Saying Luke you're stupid go back to your roots kid
Okay, but what exactly are my roots
Is it rapping to the tunes in an erratic attitude
Is it actively rapping with ideas fathomed so lavishly
Where I flaunt my inaccuracies
Make the track a masterpiece
Then things were simpler
I wasn't so insecure
I feel like a prisoner a creative solicitor
A menace to momentum an inventor without an invention
An adventurer who isn't feeling adventurous
A body with a soul who hasn't even been fed
Too busy pouring into other people instead
A wanderer who is forgotten by every single friend
And a leader who will never live up to what people expect