Working On Me

It be like yin and yang with this music thing

I'm tryna find my balance, rescue my circle from pain

Now you don't see no chains, I ain't no slave

To this world, they just tryna keep me chained to a grave

And now I'm chained to a page, cause all my words on that

And it won't be payday, till this world pay me back

For all the hours momma worked, for all the times I couldn't sleep

Cause I was laptop cookin', tryna narrow down the perfect beat

Now I'm gon' rhyme until I croak, even then have a legacy

Of maintainin' a path to forever bein' free

I got some chicks on-line, but they just waste my time

Cause they too stagnant to capture this soul of mine