Lyrics Opening the Door - HiJackt

Sick of all the doubting man I'll push him when he's down
Maybe they will get it if I flip it all around
Maybe they will get it if I know what i'm about
To be honest I don't even know the reason I'm around but

I just wanna feel it when I'm workin on a sound
Maybe I could feel it if I'm pickin up the crown
Say that I'm the best even though I'm on the ground
I can fake it till I make it maybe then I'll be renouned but

I just wanna know if Imma do it right
Voices in my head they been talkin in the night
They tell me all I'm gonna do is throw away the life
Of a man who's never meant to do the only thing he likes

And does it really matter if somebody got a passion?
Cuz they will never make it if the talent doesn't match it
Some will never make it cuz they're bound by compassion
This game is all for one, aint nobody gettin rations

Jack you're just a kid, you would never understand it
You wanna be the best, but you never wanna plan it
Just like the rest, ever since that you began it
You're talkin all the shit tellin everyone you ran it, uh

Now you're thinkin that youre special
But every fuckin teen always thinkin he's a rebel
Thinkin you are different cuz you thinkin that you're mental
But how many other rappers wanna make it sentimental - there's a lot

And you missin all your shots
This is all you got, never leave it till you rot

But no matter what you do nobody gonna take it serious
Cuz everybody sees that you're nothin but delerious
Maybe you should give it up and put it all away
Cuz time is only money that you never get repaid

I'm thinkin that you never really practice what you preach
You say you're gonna make it but you know that it's a reach
You say you're gonna make cuz you found a little niche
And never did you see your work is hanging by a leash but

You been tryin but you're cryin like a bitch
Nobody wanna listen when you're only throwin fits
Nobody wanna listen now you're losing all your wits
Cuz your passion and your fashion doesn't mean you'll be shit

But you wanna be rapper little buddy from the burbs
Maybe you been grinding cuz you never wanna work
You blockin out the truth now the only thing that hurts
Is the fact you know you'll probably never make it from the dirt

But I don't know what to do
Sitting in a room tryna find my own truth but

I don't really know what you're wanting me to say
I'm finding I'm alone, cuz I'm workin everyday
People wanna hang, now I'm pushin em away
Cuz I only wanna work on the music and the game

Maybe I should quit it but it's all I really have
I listen to my shit and started thinkin that it's bad
But people hit my twitter and they tell me that it helps
If it's not a help to me atleast it is to someone else but

Started thinkin that I'm married to my demons
It's only last week that I found I'm finally feelin
Take me back to being numb, cuz I'm sick of fuckin screamin
The pain is so surreal I'm thinkin that I'm only dreamin

Leave me to myself but I don't wanna be alone
And now the only talkin that I do is through the phone
I'm wishin as I wrote that I'd be better as I grow
But lookin in the mirror anymore I never know but

Writing isn't gonna make the issue dissapear
Only listen with your heart, never listen with your ears
Writing all these songs of your demons and your fears
When you listen to you're music's only when you shed a tear

Your blinded by the meaning you should learn to be detatched
You could write about some bitches just to focus on your craft
You listen to the music that you feel you can relate to
Talk about yourself you know you're never gonna hate you

You don't wanna be alone
Well maybe then you wouldn't if you got out of your zone

Your ego's getting bigger so you better knock it down
You know that you're the kid that really no one needs around
But still you wanna be there for the people on the ground
When you're buried in the dirt, and the tears that you drown

Lyin to yourself, you're another fuckin kid
Betting on your life but you never wanna bid
And then it doesn't work and now you're blowin off your lid
Cuz you're pissy that nobody will acknowledge what you did but

Now your pride is broken down
But dammit you deserve it when you're lyin on the ground
And waiting for the people to be comin up to you
When they never even heard about the music you pursue

So maybe you should work instead of cryin on your own
Cuz no one gonna listen till you you make your music known
And no one gonna care until you're getting off the floor
Cuz nobody's coming in if you're not opening the door