Standing In The Middle

Sometimes I feel it's like nothing that I ever do is ever good enough, for real
Like I should stop and go back to L.A. 
Back away where I know I won't be seen 
And nobody's gonna critique the music that I make 
And mistake me for some fucking kid with a backpack 
Rapping on a track just to make a buck 
For a mix-tape that sucks 
And dee-jays that don't get it 
But I been down that road and I know 
People don't wanna go where I might go.