Tension

[hook]
I don't know why, I feel this tension inside/
I don't know why, I feel this tension inside/
I just wanna live, please just let me live, yeah/
This tension inside/
But I don't wanna live a life of pretend, no/
This tension inside of me/

[verse]
Look this tension... I feel it. during my ascension/
What I deal with on the daily is crazy life ain't no field trip/
The contention for my attention is realest when I nearest/
To my goals, my dreams when they're close within' my reach/
But man this life is hard. Sometimes it's hard to write with an open heart/
Hard to think there'll be open arms, it's hard to wrestle with the truth up in the dark/
When I can't see what's up ahead. One more step and I'm at the ledge/
If I pledge allegiance to these demons tell me, what happens next?/
Will there be fame, money, power, lots of sex?/
CD sales, Holy Grails, lots of broken necks?/
From all these people that I stepped on to get where I'm at/
Like I really don't care how I get there as long as I get respect/
You think I'll go there, by steppin' on my friends like I don't care?/
I'm not about makin' any bit of music if there is no hope there but still/
The tensions that I mentioned are real/
All these ambitious decisions are vicious they kill, for real/

[hook]
I don't know why, I feel this tension inside/
I don't know why, I feel this tension inside/
I just wanna live, please just let me live, yeah/
This tension inside/
But I don't wanna live a life of pretend, no/
This tension inside of me/

[verse]
Yo, I... really wish I'd try... To fight it, my God/
All this writin's excitin', but I tend to wonder if they're gonna like it/
Why, does it matter when all this chatter's been battered so badly?/
All I imagine is rappin' then people laughin' at me/
These struggles are troublin', rubble's muddled it /
Puddles of blood in it, tunnels are crumblin' humblin' everyone who hopes/
In a man that's prolly gonna close they hand/
They don't really know what I'm sayin', they just prayin' that we don't land, yeah/
I know there's more to this distortion, money's blown out of proportion/
A portion of their extortion prolly funds abortions/
I may be cynical, I just feel like a sentinel/
Who's out there with a fishin' pole, tryin' to remain missional, yeah/
But still the struggle remains, I really just wanna get fame/
Yet remain true in my faith, maybe I should throw this away/
I really just wanna get paid, cuz there's no dough in the bank/
But they tell me God over money and I don't really wanna be fake/

[hook]
I don't know why, I feel this tension inside/
I don't know why, I feel this tension inside/
I just wanna live, please just let me live, yeah/
This tension inside/
But I don't wanna live a life of pretend, no/
This tension inside of me/