Pressure to Succeed

The pressure to succeed is overwhelming, I feel as if I'm drowning slowly

Life decisions are being made made for me, by people I feel barely know me

To be black and suceed is a talent on its own, but at what costs?

I'm tired of people telling me what to do, my dream is to be my own boss

A job in the entertainment industry would be the perfect fit

But see, it's about more than being famous and getting rich

It's working my way up, first recieveing an internship soon

Then becoming CEO of my own record label, making other people's dreams come true too

I could finally afford to buy my mother a house, and make sure my family's all set

Allowing them to put their hopes and dreams into me, becuse we're all we've got left

One job could change my world, and take me out of the dark days where my tears created puddles

And place me in the luxury provided by my dreams, allowing me to trust my struggle