Tell Me I Suck Video (MV)

Not amazed, straight, and unimpressed faces
Get beneath my skin but they tell me to have patience
I'll find my dick riders that my desire is aching
Bitching for an itching that scratched like knees on pavement
Lie to me and say I'm doing great and that I'll make it
Knowing you don't wanna kill my skill in the making
Save my tears and wasted years of non astounding talent
I see your side looks of boredom I note and count it as reasons
I should stop and not drop a single lyric
Imagine bleeding thoughts and not moving a single spirit
Cuz nobody wants to hear it said nobody wants to hear it
Shut the f*ck up
Because everyone's a rapper, writer, singer, and master at making any music
Show a nigga hip hop culture and then he'll do it
The more you think you're good the more it's hard to prove it
Still depends the mind and the grind in studio time
Niggas spitting at mics how they like and meanwhile I'm
Typing this in my notes, and losing thoughts like it's hope
You see the title's no joke say I suck
So I can mope around with my head down as low as my faith
My mood has made we a waste, my doubt has made me a waste
Not gon lie oou das tuff I don't know what to tell ya
But if I die soon enough, I'll be less of a failure
"Cheers
I just don't love my stuff that much
You know what I'm interested in?
What I'm gonna type tomorrow night
That's all that interests me
The next poem the next f*cking line
What's past is past I don't wanna linger over it, read it, play with it, and uh jolly it up
It's gone, it's done
If you cant write the next line, well your dead"
Same ole' routine
I'm looking up at the beam
I see it come through my window
Nothing goes my way and I hate it
Nothing goes my way and I hate it
Nothing goes my way and I hate