VERSE 1:
This is the struggle of an upcoming artiste
I don’t like that tag but the chronicles is just getting started
I don’t know what the future hold but we still push regardless
And I’d never let my dream die, don’t wanna smell the carcass
I always thought I’d get signed back when I was fifteen or sixteen
Hoping for my face up in a big screen
Watching all these kids scream
Perform with a ripped jean
And a hood with a cap on with my sneaks clean
But I thank God that he let me grow lyrically
If I got signed then, how bad would my lyrics be
I guess we’d never know cos you would probably would get sick of me
Now I just keep my mouth shut and let my talent speak for me
Now I’m stressing ‘bout how to get my songs played
Yeah I got the skill, I hope that I don’t go the wrong way
Cooking lyrics all day so I can serve you on a plate
Let your mind feed on my song, never forget what you ate
And you can talk to me anytime you want I’m so perceptive
And I still worry about if my songs would be receptive
This is my perspective, I laid it in a verse
And I just hope that soon enough I get the recognition I deserve cos...


HOOK:
Music’s in my head o
I pick up my pen o
I write my lyrics well o
I hope my music sell o
Music’s in my head o
I pick up my pen o
I write my lyrics well o
I hope my music sell o


VERSE 2:
This is the struggle of an upcoming artiste
I don’t like that tag but the chronicles is just getting started
I don’t know what the future hold but we still push regardless
And I’d never let my dream die, don’t wanna smell the carcass
It’s awkward when I write a song and then record it
I play it for my n***as, they be like it’s okay but they not really supportive
My heart was getting hardened
My mind was getting guarded
Slowly becoming a warrior I’m turning to a spartan
Would the industry accept me
I never let you down if you n***as let me, I’m set free
I hope you n***as dont forget me
If I’m going off course I hope that you correct me and help me
Would the industry accept me
I never let you down if you n***as let me, I’m set free
I hope you n***as dont forget me
If I’m going off course I hope that you correct me and help me


HOOK:
Music’s in my head o
I pick up my pen o
I write my lyrics well o
I hope my music sell o
Music’s in my head o
I pick up my pen o
I write my lyrics well o
I hope my music sell o