I put my heart and soul in this game, I'm feelin' drained
Unappreciated, unalleviated
Tired of comin' up short, fresia abbreviated
Want my whole name spelled out, my own pain spilled out
No pain, no gain, I blow brains, Cobain
Throw flames, Liu Kang, the coach ain't help out, so I call my own shots
I'm David Blaine, I'm breakin' out of my own box, you stay the same
But homie if you change, man you change for the better
Back when Martin King had a thing for Coretta
Wonder if she seen all the dreams he was dreamin'...
Hey, I'ma put us all on the map
Gone and I ain't lookin' back
I knew they gon' feel it like they tank on E
I promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
Cause ain't nobody tell me why there ain't gonna be no more
Thinking I'ma fall? Don't be so sure
I wish somebody made guidelines
On how to get up off the sidelines...
I made it to the rack, even though they tried to box me out
I got the key to the game, they tried to lock me out
But what they don't understand is this is all plan
It's a bigger picture and you can't photoshop me out
-a lot of lyrics from "Sideline Story" by J. Cole