Criticism is motivation, that's ugly and blurred
Above me its stirred, he showed that everyone is concerned
Chasing the dream, but there's a new race everyday
A new struggle to overcome, as many are fading away
The brightest shine through the hex of underachievement
Believe it, cause I'm stuck there between it
Can't back down from anybody, cause all I have is this game
I have it to play, and hopefully it leads me to fame
Got no control though, I'm doing this solo
Tryna be as smooth as chocolate, yet I'm not rolo
Give me some damn luck, cause it's hate
I shoulda played golf, I'll never get a big break
The path has been unfocused, across the way
It rots my brain, after each exhausting day
I've worked forever through all these years
Only leave 3 things at the court: blood, sweat, tears
