C-Mob - In Vain lyrics
C-Mob [Christopher Doehla] Marion, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[C-Mob - In Vain lyrics]
Being an independent artist can
Be very rewarding, but it
Can also be very stressful
Trying to balance music, family, work
Paying the bills it can take it's
Toll on you mentally, psychically
And even spiritually
But sometimes you can't help
But ask yourself:
Do I do it all in vain? Cause still
Not enough know my name
I been putting everything I have into my
Music my heart, my soul, my pain will I ever
Make it past this point I'm at now
Will I level up in this game? I
Sacrifice so much still the question remains
I work hard for my family
And I still try to build a
Music career, it's a juggling act
And I struggle with that
It's been tough just to get to here
But, I've made dope shit for years
Several times a day
I have to shift the gears
Father, provider, husband, artist
So much as on my plate damn it's severe
And I get so frustrated, wondering why
Haven't I just made it
Yeah I'm doing good with my music but I can't
Support my family from it yet
I gotta upgrade it, trust
Faded, plus jaded, I'm underrated and
I just hate it, everyday I'm being pulled
In different directions
And I'm feeling overwhelmed and suffocated
When I'm off work but I'm working on music
I feel guilty I'm not with my kids
But when I'm with my kids in the back of my
Head I think damn I need to handle biz
I'm tryna be the best dad that I can
I really hope my understand that I am
Tryna set a really a good
Example of man that can handle the
Fam while advancing his plans
In a game full of venomous
Snakes, opportunists, and degenerate fakes
For years I been busting ass plus up in cash
Banging on the fucking glass
When will it break
I know the struggle strengthens and
You can't rise up if
You're not pulled under, see
I'll never lose hunger
But I can't help but wonder
Yeah, I made it further
Than they ever thought, but I'm
Still not living the life I wanna live yet
And it's not because it's never soft
I work hard, I feel like I deserve better
When will life hand me the 23rd letter?
Take shots bustin' like Berrettas
Brakes got up King like
Corretta, heavy is the head
That wears the crown
Many want me dead they wanna tear me down but
They treat me like royalty
When they're around
Unfortunately loyalty is rarely found
I'm a king in my own right, and I spring
From the low life stream
When there's no light
Thought my talent is supreme that
I adamantly bring I
Haven't got the cream I can hold tight
Satan wants me to sell him my soul
In exchange
For the fame I keep telling him no
He said I might as well get the dough
I got a hell of a flow
But I'm incomplete like Bell and DeVoe
He said he'll give me the fortune and fame I
Deserve from over the course of the game
I will over take like
The sorcerer Strange but
Then in the end I'll forced into flames
Fuck that I'mma earn it in on my own
I don't need handouts man this my shit
I'm looking forward to the day
I can walk into
Work and then be like, "Bitch I quit"
I don't need this job no more I can
Provide for my family with my music
I think back about the question
When I would lose it?
Be very rewarding, but it
Can also be very stressful
Trying to balance music, family, work
Paying the bills it can take it's
Toll on you mentally, psychically
And even spiritually
But sometimes you can't help
But ask yourself:
Do I do it all in vain? Cause still
Not enough know my name
I been putting everything I have into my
Music my heart, my soul, my pain will I ever
Make it past this point I'm at now
Will I level up in this game? I
Sacrifice so much still the question remains
I work hard for my family
And I still try to build a
Music career, it's a juggling act
And I struggle with that
It's been tough just to get to here
But, I've made dope shit for years
Several times a day
I have to shift the gears
Father, provider, husband, artist
So much as on my plate damn it's severe
And I get so frustrated, wondering why
Haven't I just made it
Yeah I'm doing good with my music but I can't
Support my family from it yet
I gotta upgrade it, trust
Faded, plus jaded, I'm underrated and
I just hate it, everyday I'm being pulled
In different directions
And I'm feeling overwhelmed and suffocated
When I'm off work but I'm working on music
I feel guilty I'm not with my kids
But when I'm with my kids in the back of my
Head I think damn I need to handle biz
I'm tryna be the best dad that I can
I really hope my understand that I am
Tryna set a really a good
Example of man that can handle the
Fam while advancing his plans
In a game full of venomous
Snakes, opportunists, and degenerate fakes
For years I been busting ass plus up in cash
Banging on the fucking glass
When will it break
I know the struggle strengthens and
You can't rise up if
You're not pulled under, see
I'll never lose hunger
But I can't help but wonder
Yeah, I made it further
Than they ever thought, but I'm
Still not living the life I wanna live yet
And it's not because it's never soft
I work hard, I feel like I deserve better
When will life hand me the 23rd letter?
Take shots bustin' like Berrettas
Brakes got up King like
Corretta, heavy is the head
That wears the crown
Many want me dead they wanna tear me down but
They treat me like royalty
When they're around
Unfortunately loyalty is rarely found
I'm a king in my own right, and I spring
From the low life stream
When there's no light
Thought my talent is supreme that
I adamantly bring I
Haven't got the cream I can hold tight
Satan wants me to sell him my soul
In exchange
For the fame I keep telling him no
He said I might as well get the dough
I got a hell of a flow
But I'm incomplete like Bell and DeVoe
He said he'll give me the fortune and fame I
Deserve from over the course of the game
I will over take like
The sorcerer Strange but
Then in the end I'll forced into flames
Fuck that I'mma earn it in on my own
I don't need handouts man this my shit
I'm looking forward to the day
I can walk into
Work and then be like, "Bitch I quit"
I don't need this job no more I can
Provide for my family with my music
I think back about the question
When I would lose it?