It's like a barrier of tiredness
It's like ill will towards music itself
It's like my spirit it hides away
Don't know where, don't know when
It's like my rhymes, they're getting bad
I can't care now, gotta push through it
And my fingers, they keep tripping
Only one finger is still flipping
And I've become a slave
I've become a slave
Yeah, I've become a slave
And this is not what I wanted
I'm never gonna love you, no
Is it over, I can't tell
Is it measured by doing well?
I am left with a hole
In my chest, in my soul
I got used to being a victim
Now I am responsible again
And all that anger, it has to go
Someplace else, where, I don't know
Am I still a slave?
Am I still a slave?
Am I still a slave?
Oh this is not what I wanted
I'm never gonna love you
When I think I'm done
I'm starting a new cycle again
Just when I think I'm done
Yeah I'm starting a new cycle again
When I think I'm done
I'm starting a new cycle again
