Anxiety Video (MV)

Was it all worth it
Writing songs till palms hurting
Every time I leave the studio I get all nervous
Did I perfectly recite all of my verses
Or did I stutter between all of my curses
Do I wait until anxiety begins to start lurking
I can't do this by myself anymore I am just one person
Everyone expects and wants songs all perfect
F*ck it, supply and demand, so I guess I keep working
After this I don't even know what to do with my life
I ain't worried about going wrong paths and committing all crimes
Because that ain't me, I know it isn't
This music requires me to always remain f*cking persistent
Yes I know I signed up for this, music was my decision
But when you a kid like me, no one really gives a f*ck to listen
Will I blow up or not, I don't really have a f*cking clue
If you think about it, that outcome's all up to you
The consumers and people decide who rises and falls
It's a popularity contest, it's all a money game, who can f*cking ball
What if your just a quiet kid writing raps in the halls
A reject who's ignored, spends nights figuring what destiny calls
One who just figured f*ck it, it's my only God damn option
One who became driven no matter what no one could f*cking stop him

Made it this far might as well keep going

FUCK IT, I rise higher than any false messiah
All these bitch ass rappers in the game they all f*ckin liars
Destroy the game harder than my childhood did to me
Anyone who brought me down bitch you are my f*cking enemy
Use the pen and paper to change world and it's mental
The first step to any change is a f*cking pencil
Find any parasites in the game and exterminate them
Drugs money death they all preaching the wrong shit I f*cking hate them
But I can't change shit as long as anxiety keeps stabbing
I don't know how long i can just hold off thoughts and keep attacking
When I write a bar, that thought in the back of my head doubts it
Then it intrudes and steals my inspiration and I forever lost it
Everyday I end losing faith in myself
Feel like I'm chained down with spikes in my personal hell
It's not just with music I always feel trapped in my own mind
Anxiety making decisions for me "it's better if I never try"
In public feel like all eyes on me for f*cked up reasons
Can't trust anybody cause they change quicker than the seasons
Sick of seeing people who get famous with no talent acting all tough
But anxiety always tells me "mothaf*cka you aint good enough"
I struggle while the demons, tearing at my soul
Writing words till I find the right ones that make me whole
I've been f*cked up so much but i'm still intact
Anxiety tryna kill me but imma live here until I make an impact