Verse 1

I'm sick of all the debt, nad the overdrafted accounts/

And I'm sick of writing checks when I know that they're gonna bounce/
I don't really have the energy. You're asking the amount?/
To be completely honest, I don't even have an ounce/

Yo, I'm driving a car with no gas in the tank/
And feeling utter dread whenever I'm passing a bank/
I hate having to think on how I'm choosing to live/

With no money in the bank and no food in the fridge/
Growing up with family, at least the illusion of it/
That vents after a long day by abusing their kids,/

Mentally, and quite severe, un til I'm frozen out of fear/
Hoping my guardian angel can come take me out of here/
I'm driving on the freeway with a donut on the rear/

Almost 21 and haven't even chosen a career/
Dropped out of college after one semester there/
Looking in the mirror thinking you should really grow a pair/


Chorus (Kenny Spear)


Why do I feel like this? Why, why do I feel like this? Oh no/
Tryin' to get a deal like this, real deal, make you feel this %#@!. Oh no/
Back on my back, I told 'em I gotta get it, I gotta get it/

I gotta live it before it's finished, 'fore it's finished, yeah/
Oh God, show me a sign, or put a bullet right through my mind/


Verse 2

They say if you're a starving artist, oughtta give up your dream/

The same ones asking you to autograph a CD/
But hey, wake up, wake up, just make it through another day/
I know you feel like you're in hell, but one day, you'll be something great/

Worked the 9-5 and the 6&2:30/
The same clothes every day and my shoes are dirty/
Wake up early, stay up late. Can't live off this rate of pay/

Every check I make, over half goes in the gas tank/
So I question my intentions. Am I trying to get signed?/
Spend all my money on women, knowing I don't have a dime/

No, I don't have the time, baby, I work in the moring/
Wanted you to support me. But, you desert and ignore me/
I would hate to conform. I'm not embracing the norm/

So I guess I should get ready for the rain and the storm/
By the grace of God, I'll hang up this old gray uniform/
Been destined to be legendary since the day I was born/


Chorus (Kenny Spear)


Why do I feel like this? Why, why do I feel like this? Oh no/
Tryin' to get a deal like this, real deal, make you feel this %#@!. Oh no/
Back on my back, I told 'em I gotta get it, I gotta get it/

I gotta live it before it's finished, 'fore it's finished, yeah/
Oh God, show me a sign, or put a bullet right through my mind/


Now you can either choose to be real, and keep breaking the mold/
Or get a lucrative deal, and put your name in the bowl/
Of all these other corporate owned rappers. Money, drugs and pole dancers/

Give your soul cancer, so I'm taking control/
So I continue to write, hoping that one day I might,/
Get the recogintion I deserve when I'm on the mic/

Almost 8 years now, without making a dime/
I think it's time to put out a polished product and shine/
Bittersweet memories from back on Hickory Street/

My life just isn't complete, without these rhythm and beats/
But all these listeners keep putting this trash on repeat/
Almost got me to the point of just admitting defeat/

Never claimed to be Superman. not impervious to pain/
But I feel as though my whole career is circling the drain/
Not in it for the fame, have nothing else left to gain/

But the fact that I'm bringing back real purpose to the game/

Chorus (Kenny Spear)


Why do I feel like this? Why, why do I feel like this? Oh no/
Tryin' to get a deal like this, real deal, make you feel this %#@!. Oh no/

Back on my back, I told 'em I gotta get it, I gotta get it/
I gotta live it before it's finished, 'fore it's finished, yeah/
Oh God, show me a sign, or put a bullet right through my mind/