A song for when you've just had enough of it all. For when you're sick of 'striving' to achieve something. An invoking beat, a deep chorus and articulate verses...

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Tell me what am I doing wrong, I'm locked in pursuit of some-
thing I thought was fun, but it's not, now I'm moving on
I'm breaking out of the mould, I'm not gonna conform
I'll take it out on you so I'm not holding my form
Cos I'm sick - of my personality traits
All I stand for is gonna be established as fake
It won't get better; the end of my teather is gone
I'm not gon get it together, not gon weather the storm
At the end of this song, there'll be a different me
I'm gonna change and gonna change significantly
This isn't a preach, and I'm not giving a speech
I'm just running through sands of time, and I'm pissed with the beach


I can't take it no more
My esteem is so raw
Now when I shoot
I don't care if I don't score

Cos I'm sick of striving
Tryna do the right thing
Don't want that role
So I'll resort to whiling x2


I'm tired of the struggle tryna strive for sucess
And trying to come through leaves you tired and stressed
So if my rhymes are a muddle and my timings a mess
It's cos that represents my life even when trying my best
This is pissing me off, man what does victory cost
Every time it seems I'm winning it turns quickly to loss
Epitome's lost, and there is nothing to show where,
I should go, and the road I'm on has gotten me nowhere
Life is a game, but my strategy is just lacking
It's like I've got the puzzle but all of the pieces are jagged
They don't fit in, and that’s how I feel right now
So I’m supposed to face up to real life how?


I can't take it no more
My esteem is so raw
Now when I shoot
I don't care if I don't score

Cos I'm sick of striving
Tryna do the right thing
Don't want that role
I'll resort to whiling x2


I'm hating the strive, it's not the way to survive
If life hits me running how can I take it in stride
There's shame and there's pride, there is, it isn't a riddle
I'm just so pissed with this s**t that I think I'll sit in the middle
I'm damned in this place, man I just have to escape it
No more holding doors open, I'll just let them slam in ya faces
And my rapping is wasted, no one can do this as well
I've got what it takes to make it, but who do I tell?
I’m drowned in this world, give me a thirst for something
Nice guys finish last so now it’s first or nothing...
So if life has a strong strangle on
I’ll just kick it in the nuts and I’ll amble on


I can't take it no more
My esteem is so raw
Now when I shoot
I don't care if I don't score

Cos I'm sick of striving
Tryna do the right thing
Don't want that role
I'll resort to whiling x4