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[Verse 1]
There's a war inside my head
Too many doors leadin' only to dead ends
Too many dreams of real g's and kingpins
Only KP I know is kill Payne
These real fears before my reign ends
Or before it beings, if it even begins it all
I feel like I'm standing so tall, then I'm back to it all
Tryin' to make ends meet
Life is too raw for dealing with fake friends
See I can sense it - Happiness is only a stall
When it's over me, I can't see my battles
My call is lost up in the hands as they're grabbing the wall
The frost melts away and the leaves start to fall
Does takin' a pill for your head achin' make you soft?
Does makin' a kill for you dead brother make you raw?
Does fakin' a deal to help your mother make you wrong?
Can anyone cut through prison cell bars with a saw?
Or am I better off takin' a chisel to the wall
Or askin' myself why I even want out at all
If I did the crime, the time is mandatory
Any fans, my story falls away, in jail you can't be poor
I'm searching for glory, but I'll never stop wanting more
The moment I'm content is the same moment I lose my soul
Does that mean my life is forfeit to a never-ending war?
Is it better to be happy or stay true to my core?
I don't know
I don't know
I'm just here for the show

[Verse 2]
Constantly wonder if I'm doin' enough
Or if wondering what I'm doing is doing too much
If KP is the stuff or foreign influence is required
To retire my life as a diamond in the rough
Cool attire is a bluff, in reality I perspire
In simple cases, nervous when I'm testin' my luck
Style is worthless without association
Buyin' is surface without appropriation, cultural climate's my clutch
People livin' off ten bucks, suspicious and sus
If you bring with you the means and a reason to stick you up
Otherwise put yourself in their shoes and you'll lose
Lots of love for books and brews, cooks and crews are
Good men out of luck
They hit the bottom and watching everyone win
When their problems never stopping, finances running thin
It's a day to day struggle, hell of a way to live
But they never ask for more than they need, find it within
To grin at the world when they're getting close to the end
Most of us struggle with sadness, but nah they've already been
No alcoholics anonymous, just moonshine and gin
No therapist in the wild, just paper and the pen
No whereabouts on the file, just movin' it with the wind
No care about latest style, just enough to cover skin
No parachutes if they fly, is this the way to live?
No guarantees in their life, the pursuit of happiness?
I don't know
Maybe so
I'm just here for the show

[Verse 3]
What makes you happy? Is it music, is it finding
A message on a record that applies to your life?
Is it smiles on the faces of the ones you provide for?
Dials on the cases full of cash that you grind for?
Miles on the laces you had splashed your design on?
Flyin' through the races as they rose in your mind? or
Eyes on the faces in the past that you died for?
Wise or mistaken when you chose what your life's for?
Happiness is only a stall! When it's over me
I can't see what matters at all
What it's showing me? A dance with the devil
Appalled that contentment will take away from the light of it all
Keep fighting, keep dreamin', keep climbin' the wall
Make sure your will never bends, don't ever withdraw
The struggle never ends, and fighting's our call
Make sure you learn how to win and never forget how to fall

Here we go!
Let 'em know
They're just here for the show