Something or Another

I'm from a place where the steps is full of ice
And even in the summer cuz them meth heads pulling pipes
From the Red, but I left to southern heights
Cuz following my brothers was the best of all advice
I ever took, all I needed was a push
Now feeding my whole Trybe is the reason that I cook
Believing that I would, till achieving what I could
Now completing what I will, is the reason that I should
Uh, I'm all good.i love this life
I created, I'm elated when I'm on this mic
If i can think it, i can write it, but ill prob just type
If i could spit and i can spray it on this song just right
Would i get all your likes? would you follow and share
Would you even stop 2 stare or not bother to care
Its like I've been around the block, but somethings blocking my air

Something or another's been holding me back
I've fallen all alone in this hole and I'm trapped
I'm tryna get someone to take hold of my hand
But soon as the wind blows, i get thrown right back

Is it my image... white boy, with privilege
The type who never been in a fight, and where is it
His life of fair pigment and mics could dare mix-in
It's like maybe it wasn't all ripe for the picking

Well i have thrown hands in a couple of fights
I wouldn't call my upbringing hood, some of you might
My parents been alcoholics but the functioning type
And either way, i wouldn't change em for nobody it's like
If you grew up, how i grew up, u could probably relate
And if you can't, when they play my track you probably hate
You probably sitting back, wishing i would stop it okay
But this a decade of proving that I'm not gonna change
See what I'm tryna say is this rap thing has been a part of me
And maybe it's weighing my down, paving out my artistry
And lately I've been feeling like I'm caught in this trench
Tryna grow wings to flow up out this bottomless pit

Something or another's been holding me back
I've fallen all alone in this hole and I'm trapped
I'm tryna get someone to take hold of my hand
But soon as the wind blows, i get thrown right back

Ive been digging all alone in my pit... pit
Every bar i ever wrote another brick.brick
But I've been stacking em together with cement spit
And now I'm feeling fortified on the throne that i sit
In this hole, i admit, I'm alone but convinced
I've created something deeper here than most of you kids
Everybody's tryna build up, exposed to the wind
But thats exactly what u gone with, flows get forgotten
This holes at the bottom, but growth still an option
I'm digging underground like a mole after autumn
The mold and the darkness, has moulded my conscience
I'm told i am bold, cuz my goal is the opposite
But maybe when i strike gold, you would wanna sit
And suddenly my home is more like a mosh pit
No longer alone if you know what the song says
And play this shit loud enough that everybody drops in

Something or another's been dragging me down
I'm tryna turn it up but can't make any sound
I've fallen in a rut tryna aim for the clouds
So if you can hear me now, just play this shit loud