Stuck on the porch, the sideline in my mind
Thinking imma make it, man I must be outta my mind
Every time I think to take the leap of faith and cross the line
I second guess like maybe on the side is where I reside
Stuck on the porch, the sideline in my mind
Thinking imma make it, man I must be outta my mind
Every time I think to take the leap of faith and cross the line
I second guess like maybe on the side is where I reside
Imagine a young boy who tried so hard to get on the team
And even when he makes it, everything is not what it seems
He think he bout to start but coach got him riding the bench
Even though he never get no tick, he still got the itch
Thats what the porch represents, being on the sideline
Like a kid watching his friends play as the summer pass by
I been sitting dreaming and hoping we got 9 lives
Cause some nights I start to feel like I wasted one of mine
My peers dropping and even though I'm supporting them
Im mad at myself cuz im still waiting for my turn to come
Cant tell if im inspired by them or do it in spite of them
But I know in this race I'm atleast tryna be tied with them
Dreams seem so out of reach, attempts to reach seem obsolete
And im just tryna reach my feet before they put me 6 feet deep
Ive heard I had potenital my whole life so when I write
Against the person in the mirror is who I fight
Stuck on the porch, the sideline in my mind
Thinking imma make it, man I must be outta my mind
Every time I think to take the leap of faith and cross the line
I second guess like maybe on the side is where I reside
Stuck on the porch, the sideline in my mind
Thinking imma make it, man I must be outta my mind
Every time I think to take the leap of faith and cross the line
I second guess like maybe on the side is where I reside