Verse 1
Dreams and goals I don’t play with it
like a vampires chest put a stake in it
somewhere along lines you’ve heard this shit
You ain’t good enough to be making it
Words spoken by an antagonist
Whose viewpoint is lower than average
but it seem so many people carry it
like pepper salt shakers in a cabinet
I thought making it was celebrating with peers
But I realized they had other ideas
The makings of a man change year to year
in this western civilized part of the sphere
The unknown of making it is part of the fear
and the he said she said from ear to ear
I know artists who made it near the pinnacle
started out a optimist and came back cynical
Music videos don’t change how you live
Rappers on mtv still live in they mama crib
more ironic than the cia wearing coke boy t-shirts dock of the bay
Your favorite artist might work in the day
saving up for big time radio play
when he hands the money over to the DJ
who never intended to play his songs anyway
Making it is not as simple as you thought it was
Like a ziploc bag minus all of your drugs
all that hard work and you ain’t got a ounce of buzz
Thats more than ouch when you get snubbed
Nothings perfect about making it
In fact there’s more of a pain to it
More of a paint to it the interior is cracked and the frame is chipped

Hook
So what they can’t grasp, your need for it
They don’t wake up in the morning and eat with it
Your obsession and why you feel complete with it
So why the fuck should I care how they see or feel for it
Is making it making other people happy
Or being rich out your ass and lonely
Whats making it? Who the fuck knows!
All I know is there’s a point where I determine it


Verse 2
Amidst my Grandma’s picture collection
I’m a vampire, yes I have no reflection
I look at my cousins graduation
Pictures of so much admiration
about me they have no expectations
Proud of his and all her contributions
I guess I always been kinda losing
My path not there’s one I been choosing
He ain’t like us it’s so confusing
The work you do has not been proving
a answer of a financial solution
only the hours of you coming and going
change but no progress is showing
your birth was only the sign of a omen
He’ll never have his own just stuck in our home then
not sitting in a benz with chrome on both ends
How come you couldn’t be like all your old friends?
Jared and Richard why don’t you call them?
Frankensteins monster without the bolts in
Chances slimmer than signs of a vulcan
Sitting here day & night
all my good friends have moved on in life
Mini van with kids with a house and wife
Suburban area so quiet at night
I know I couldn’t do it with my internal fight
I’d peel my skin off and disappear in the night
Like how my uncle my was explaining it
this art music thing you ain’t making it
Then his left knee he started banging it
Angry because the drums he stopped playing it
He went and got married kids the end of it
if thats life then I don’t need this shit

Hook
So what they can’t grasp, your need for it
They don’t wake up in the morning and eat with it
Your obsession and why you feel complete with it
So why the fuck should I care how they see or feel for it
Is making it making other people happy
Or being rich out your ass and lonely
Whats making it? Who the fuck knows!
All I know is there’s a point where I determine it

Verse 3
My station in life am I ashamed of it?
Funny how everyone perceives whats making it
But I did more than my co workers at Bally’s
and proved wrong friends who said they were family
I’ve looked for moments I could validate
every single waking moment that I create
My lifes not worthy of being snubbed
I’m really not the loser that you thought I was
but the seeds of jealousy started it cause
You look at me as if I was addicted to drugs
Your kindness was always a sense of false love
When you have a metal fist inside of kit gloves
Proving myself I used to slave on that ship
Til I realize nothing really came of it
Its like an elephant explaining life to an ant
his position in spite he can’t fit in his pants
I’m self possessed like an evil spirit
jumping in its own chest and the screams you hear it
I’m sorry grandma for not listening
I didn’t become a baptized christian then
but I’m so much comfortable in my skin
more than I ever was way back then
Sorry Granddad I didn’t roll in a Benz
I ain’t never been to good at saving my ends
But this music thing keeps on pulling
I’m so obsessed with it like its a trend
I’m better at expressing myself with a pen
I’m sorry ma for all the schools I never got in
It’s my life after all I have to look in
determine my life and the state that its in
See I ain’t happy with just making it
Paradise lost I’m escaping it

Hook
So what they can’t grasp, your need for it
They don’t wake up in the morning and eat with it
Your obsession and why you feel complete with it
So why the fuck should I care how they see or feel for it
Is making it making other people happy
Or being rich out your ass and lonely
Whats making it? Who the fuck knows!
All I know is there’s a point where I determine it