Every time I look up in the sky
I ask the question can I make it out alive?
People having high expectations of me
Is there something that I still don't see?
I look into the mirror and try to figure out what I missed
I look through my mind and try to figure out can I be a hit
The more they expect from me
The more I feel every move I make is deadly
They say once you are at the top there's no where else to go
Down is the only way, can I keep up with the flow?
I always tell myself aim for the moon but shoot for the stars
But never do anything that questions your heart
Success is just a breath away, so close and yet so far
When you reach your goals, does it really change who you are?
At the end the same question remains, can I really be a star?
"Real Talk, True Story"
-JCL
