Why Do I Do This?

Why do we grind,

Is it for the ones in our minds,

Or is it because we stop and try to run for our lives,

Trying to do right more than a couple of times,

But it feels like I'm just tossing dice,

No lie,

What'll we find,

Going through the struggle and strife,

Cause sometimes in life you gotta unplug the mic,

Theres so much poison we gotta fight,

Poised to be embroiled while toying our 9 to 5's,

It was all a dream,

Staring out the window screen,

Of the classroom way back but after elementary, school,

It seemed it like it was the temple of doom,

I was jonsing for love inside those rooms,

I cut some people off because I had to,

I wasn't glad to,

That shit made me mad dude and it put me in a bad mood,

My brain became a bad thing,

I had a bad dream,

And then I woke up on a hospital bed spring,

I thought of all the people in my life who dissed me,

Had belittled me,

Flapped they arms to try to mimic me,

I would have my name on a classic if it was symphony,

Used to walk timidly,

Avoided motherfuckas as a boy hated industry,

Conflicted thoughts daily if I should be in the game,

I probably should act gimmicky,

To keep my job where I wanna influence,

If life ain't fair then why do I do this,

What the fuck,

Why do we grind,

Is it for the ones in our minds,

Or is it cause we stop and try to run for our lives,

Trying to do right more than a couple of times,

But it feels like I'm just tossing dice,

No lie,

What'll we find,

Going through the struggle and strife,

Cause sometimes in life you gotta unplug the mic,

Theres so much poison we gotta fight,

Poised to be embroiled while toying our 9 to 5's,

Wrote this second verse right outside my high school,

This land ain't your land it stems from tribal roots,

Walking on a path imagining where the river runs,

Crying from struggle when I don't feel like I've lived rough,

But finding love in the Americas is tough,

It fuels the fire more than what we domesticated,

Sociological knowledge I harbor in more than ports do,

Fortunate but my fortunes ruined,

Its sure my cue to ascend a mountain when I'm feeling trapped its Tibet,

A true spirited dude when channeling this cassette,

I didn't grow up with that,

So why do I feel the need to beat up the fucking mic whenever it's on its deathbed,

I question do the fellas get the message,

This like the French Revolution we ain't spreading bread,

Pretty volatile even though I'm human,

If we all really like that then why do I do this,

What the fuck,

Why do we grind,

Is it for the ones in our minds,

Or is it because we stop and try to run for our lives,

Trying to do right more than a couple of times,

But it feels like I'm just tossing dice,

No lie,

What'll we find,

Going through the struggle and strife,

Cause sometimes in life you gotta unplug the mic,

Theres so much poison we gotta fight,

Poised to be embroiled while toying our 9 to 5's,

Why do we grind,

What'll we find,