I posted this but it didnt get any feedback so im going to try again

[Verse 1]
I never got any credit, all I was given was hate and doubt,
I hate my life, now I’m up in a daydream just phasing out,
Built up stress, I take it out on anything close to me,
Tired of people stressing how much I’m not how I’m supposed to be,
I just want to float away, but right now I’m feeling tied down,
Beating myself over little things; an unhealthy life style,
Questioning my existence on Earth, asking why and how,
Tired of waking up and getting outta my bed with a sigh and frown,
Spitting lines to my friends, finding out they just don’t care,
Couple of questions ‘bout my rhymes, and if I’m lucky a cold stare,
I don’t to be the rapper just to spit the vigorous hype,
Tired of just packing the punch, and I just entered the fight,
I don’t want to just be the snake with the venomous bite,
Try to write stories, but sometimes inspiration dies like a flickering light,
Releasing stress, trying not to sound so pissed as I write,
My heart’s broken, maybe that’s why it feel’s something’s missin at night..

[Hook]
I’m worn-out and tired-out, that’s how life made me to be,
Wishing of destiny, forever to be the most greatest emcee,
Never letting go of this goal ‘till I go through and live it,
This time you’re not stopping me, with my finger shown to the critics,
Tryna daze off somewhere else now, just to escape the pain,
Waiting for the time to come for me where I can make a change,
Promising myself I’ll never give up ‘till my name’s seen,
But until that time comes… I’ll sit back and day dream..

[Verse 2]
Feel I was sent to war, only soldier up in my squad,
Heart’s cold, wonderin how I could be the son of a god,
Against the odds, at this point my actions feel kinda senseless,
Written these rhymes, when I never had a mic to begin with,
Started saving money so I could, and I almost had enough,
But then I started to need it- and it started adding up,
‘Till finally I had nothing left, I was back at square one,
Back to no money at all.. just stopped giving a care what,
Would happen next; life a mess, and my mind distraught,
Finally - learning the true definition of writer’s block,
How can I be the best, when no one’s even hearing my voice,
The sound doesn’t travel far enough to make people rejoice,
But still holding on to hope, as it falls from the ledge,
Tryna dig it out from all the dark thoughts in my head,
The sorrow’s done, pulling myself out of all the darkness and-
Making a difference for tomorrow… If tomorrow comes..

[Hook]
I’m worn-out and tired-out, that’s how life made me to be,
Wishing of destiny, forever to be the most greatest emcee,
Never letting go of this goal ‘till I go through and live it,
This time you’re not stopping me, with my finger shown to the critics,
Tryna daze off somewhere else now, just to escape the pain,
Waiting for the time to come for me where I can make a change,
Promising myself I’ll never give up ‘till my name’s seen,
But until that time comes… I’ll sit back and day dream..