Headaches.

I can't sleep these days thinking about the failures
being too concerned with the words of the haters
well not really haters
they just underestimate us
because everybody doing music
what you doing that's different
the big dreams and the nightmares all seem to be lucid
I get why rocky on acid
and why Cole wanted Lisa cause now all the these people are plastic
and I'm really sorry to my mama
I'd fly us out to Quintana 
maybe hit the Bahamas 
but I ain't got that type of money
all I have are a few ideas and a hope of someday getting lucky
but I'm sorry, 
I know you expected big things from me
you see me lazy
and carefree 
but don't see what's on my mind
young man's vision clouded
and I'm stressing all the time
sometimes I just don't know what I wanna be
in all honesty 
how am supposed to make that decision for myself
when all these other people just keep tellin me.
I know I shouldn't be looking for an approval 
but the judgement is a difficult removal
from the brain
and without these pills it drives me insane
I apologize for the pain
I hope I make it
and able 
to put food on the table
and also make difference
and just not end up the same.