Hero

Personally, I think it got better

Hol'up hol'up hol'up, no you know this ain't a game
Gotta do it for the love, for art, and not the fame
Gotta work a little harder and then give it all you got
You a hometown hero til the day that you drop

Yeah
Tell me, tell me, what's the plan for me? no, answer me
Am I the golden child, or was that all just a fantasy?
Cause if it's really true, we got some talking to do
You see I'm Laufeyson confused about my place in all these moves
Yeah I'm bout to wrap the cycle up, so will the city be enough
To catapult me to the club that everybody loves to judge?
And will my preparation put me on a first-name basis
With the layers and the laymen I'm working hard to hang with?
Or will I need to grind some more, then rhyme some more, then climb some more?
How many doors will shut til I can find what I'm denying for?
Is this a pipe dream that'll end without a whimper?
Or is it likely that they'll be calling me a winner?
I'm getting sick of the chicken dinners, I'm wanting more
I can taste what's on the plate and it ain't even out the door
So tell me, am I crazy? or is it meant to be?
Cause I ain't tryna waste my life just chasing a dream

I'm punching Azbantium, praying that it'll fall
But I'm feeling beaten down, so it's hard to stand tall
But every time that I wanna give up and give way
Is every time that the voices in my head start to say

Hol'up hol'up hol'up, no you know this ain't a game
Gotta do it for the love, for art, and not the fame
Gotta work a little harder and then give it all you got
You a hometown hero til the day that you drop

You see I come from the county of the Nature Valley Safety Rally
It's been a minute since I been that rowdy, yeah
Cause now I'm making gains for my team, it's crazy to me
That the life I'm living is more or less of a dream
But is it mine or is it theirs? I'm not trying to compare
But the smiles and the stares and the likes and the shares
Got me second-guessing my calling, cause fame is appalling
And over the years, all the appeal has very quickly been falling
Cause I'm a future polyglot, and I'll be where the party's not
I'd rather read a classic on the top deck of a parking garage
And if you need me after 8, I'm sorry but you're too late
You'll have to wait til I'm awake cause I'm too busy sleeping eight
But anyway it's crazy what you'll do to improve
So you better pay attention in the months after the move
Cause I'm about to catch up and break out of my room
Then I'll be flying high until the day I meet my doom

I'm punching Azbantium, praying that it'll fall
But I'm feeling beaten down, so it's hard to stand tall
But every time that I wanna give up and give way
Is every time that the voices in my head start to say

Hol'up hol'up hol'up, no you know this ain't a game
Gotta do it for the love, for art, and not the fame
Gotta work a little harder and then give it all you got
You a hometown hero til the day that you drop