SoundState Beats - Unnatural lyrics

[Verse 1]: Could it.. be the result.. of anxiety When there ain't nobody here that can lie to me And tell me that I can be whatever I try to be Whether it's the way they watch me when I ride the beat? Listen to it back when it's on repeat Giving it views, imminent news, what a sight to see What do we do, follow it through or disregard the feat? Running away from the beginning playing hide and seek But hey, they saying that I'm probably Coming up in the game, dude honestly You got a sick flow and your lines are deep But I'm not playing up on your ipod cause he/she Don't even know the first thing about technique It's just in and out the other like my sound is weak But I'm proud to speak and ain't giving apologies So gather 'round for the round of my psychology ..see now I'm just hoping that The world really can see that I'm dope with rap Even though I might have a disorder that I'll never let you see me as an open act I don't know if it is nature or nurture I don't know if it maybe a curse or I don't know if I am crazy or mad but yo I don't even know if I would say it's unnatural [Hook]: I don't know if it is nature or nurture I don't know if it maybe a curse or I don't know if I am crazy or mad but yo I don't even know if I would say it's unnatural [Verse 2]: ..and all I can remember is the side scroll gameplay It's funny that pixels are the only thing I maintained I see Didd doing cartwheels on the same screen Reminiscing everyday and I'm not even 18 I can't remember anything from the old days I been watching home movies but they don't seem to hold weight Stuck in my own cage, look at my soul stained Wish I had some teen spirit like I'm kurt Cobain Without the handgun, ready to throw a tantrum Future's looking vile so I'm taking shots, And1 Yeah son, and when college ain't fulfilling I'll be back in a house just rapping about tryna make a million Cause maybe if I had it, then I could trade it in It's midnight and I'm starting think depression's caving in I know my past is over and I might go crazy then I find myself with a pen about to write this way again [Hook] [Verse 3 - Critikal]: In 1999, a legend to rap was born But he died so I'm spittin with infinite force No different than the man on the television No different than the man in which you listen People say "Yo, crit you got them dope bars But here's a laundry list of how to flow hard" It's so hard, my mind is in shards and scarred And behind these padded walls I'm barred I dont really know.. where to turn to I'm like a freakin cancer patient with the bird flu To be honest, I'm all out of free cares I'm a wizard that gets trapped under weak stairs So I sit in this dusty old household Wondering how I dug gold and got sent home Rap fans never wanna hear a new sound That's why I sit in the dark with my head down