Eraser, Regret and Aspirations
Sometimes I don't know how I got to this day Whether I became what I am or I was born this way Enjoyed my space, and yet I would take it back To keep my people closer than verses in a cold rap But it seems like lately I've been pushing everyone away Wish I had the courage to tell them and make them stay Been silent too many times when I should've said aloud How can I be sure when I am made of doubt? Afraid that I may fail, or life would just get worse The gift of this knowledge feels more like a curse If I am just the sum of what I do, and what I learn Why do I have to do it to decide how much I earn? I have always heard that money is the root of all evil That's like saying that guns are the reason we kill We do it to be things we would never become If you didn't chase the high life, how would you ever have fun If ever I was strong enough to pay off my debt My empty coffers would never