Dark Place
Logic Lyrics

Depression, anxiety got ahold of me
I am consumed by depression and anxiety

'Cause people say they want the older me
Others desire the version of me from the past

Well, I'm thirty, this the oldest me
At the age of thirty, I am the most mature version of myself

Behold it's me, the piece of shit that's not good enough
I am the person who feels inadequate and unworthy

Not black enough, not hood enough
I don't fit into the stereotypes associated with being black or from a certain neighborhood

Not rich enough, not poor enough
I don't fulfill the expectations of being either rich or poor

My heart has poured enough
I have given enough of myself emotionally

I been beaten and battered, my confidence shattered
I have experienced emotional turmoil that has shattered my self-assurance

Been broken and tattered
I have been emotionally broken and left feeling damaged

I'm constantly second guessin' if my profession is worth it on my mental state
I frequently doubt if my chosen career is impacting my mental well-being positively

Writin' this from a dark place with humility and grace
I am writing this song from a deep state of despair, yet maintaining humility and dignity

Peace, love, and positivity was my nativity
I used to embody peace, love, and positivity naturally

But now when socials are in my vicinity
However, when social media surrounds me

I'm not runnin' from the internet
I am not avoiding the internet

My god, I was at his birth, I've been a vet
I have been in this industry for a long time and witnessed its growth

Goin' berserk like Peter down at InterTech, yo, ayy
I am becoming extremely agitated, similar to how Peter would at InterTech

It's deeper than the surface, I'm searchin' for purpose
This struggle goes beyond superficial aspects, as I am seeking my life's purpose

I'm tired of searchin' for logic and Googlin' purposes to read that I'm worthless
I am exhausted from seeking validation and finding articles that label me as worthless

I remember makin' music alone, just a pen and a microphone
I recall a time when I used to create music by myself, with just a pen and a microphone

But nowadays it's hard to get in the zone
Nowadays, I struggle to find the right mental state or environment to be creative

Writin' rhymes was easy before the fame
Writing rhymes used to come easily to me before I gained fame

Now I'm constantly overthinkin' every line, it's a shame
Now, I excessively analyze every line, which is unfortunate

Rap used to fill me with joy, now it's nothin' but pain
Previously, rap brought me immense joy, but now it only brings me suffering

I'm stuck in the game, tryna get back from where I came
I feel trapped in the music industry, trying to return to my roots

I write this letter for the person who's listenin'
I am writing this song for the individual who is listening

Fed up and tired of people dismissin' 'em, I'm with you
I understand and empathize with those who feel frustrated and ignored

I been through what you been through
I have experienced the same hardships as you have

And no amount of money can take away the feelin' of insecurity
No matter how much money one has, it cannot remove the deep-rooted sense of insecurity

Only through maturity can we overcome
We can only conquer these challenges by growing and maturing

Feel like I've been overrun, feel like it's over, I'm done
I feel overwhelmed and believe that everything is finished, that I am defeated

Whoever told you success gon' make you happy? You been lied to
Anyone who claimed that success leads to happiness has deceived you

All of my dreams came true but I bleed and cry too
Although all my dreams have been fulfilled, I still experience pain and tears

Never been perfect, I failed every time I tried to
I have never been flawless and have encountered failure in every attempt

Feelin' hated and underappreciated
I feel disliked and undervalued

Every time I look in the mirror, I wonder, 'Why you?'
Each time I see my reflection, I question why I am in this position

Shit, I'd love to end this on some positive shit
Honestly, I would prefer to conclude this with some uplifting message

Hit you with punchlines instead of some derogative shit
I would rather impress you with clever wordplay than use derogatory language

But it's okay to be sad sometimes and tired of shit, I guess
However, it is acceptable to feel sad and exhausted at times, I suppose

And people say, 'Well you're just out for money'
Critics claim that my sole motivation is financial gain

I say, 'That's none of your business'
I respond by stating that it is not their concern

You see, a lot of people don't feel happy
Many individuals do not experience genuine happiness

Unless they have another thing beyond money, which is called status
Their happiness relies on attaining a social standing beyond monetary wealth

And status, to a very large extent in our economy consists in
In our society, status is primarily determined by

In having this thing, that thing, the other thing, and having a swimming pool
Possessing various material possessions, including a swimming pool

A, uh, Ferrari, uh, some kind of clothes and uh, some kind of house
Such as a Ferrari, fashionable attire, and a luxurious residence

And so on, and so on, and so on
And the list goes on indefinitely

And we think, uh, we need all that
We mistakenly believe that we require all of those things

Because we haven't asked ourselves whether that was what we really wanted
As we have not questioned if those are truly our desires

They all think they gotta have this, they gotta have that
Most people believe they must possess certain things

And uh, they don't really want it
Yet, in reality, they do not genuinely desire those things

If they sat back and considered, 'Do I need all that? Is this trip really necessary?'
If they take a moment to reflect, asking themselves, 'Do I truly need all of this? Is this experience truly essential?'

They would come to the conclusion it wasn't, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
They would realize that it is not necessary and find amusement in the realization