Wish I Had This Kind of Drive…

From Airplanes, Part II 

Feat Eminem

 

"Let’s pretend Marshall Mathers never picked up a pen

Let’s pretend things would’ve been no different

Pretend he procrastinated had no motivation

Pretend he just made excuses that were so paper thin

They could blow away with the wind

Marshall you’re never gonna make it

Makes no sense to play the game they ain’t no way that you’ll win

Pretend that he just stayed outside all day and played with his friends

Pretend he even had a friend to say was his friend

And it wasn’t time to move and schools weren’t changing again

He wasn’t socially awkward and just strange as a kid

He had a father and his mother wasn’t crazy as shit

And he never dreamed  he could rip stadiums and just lazy as shit

Fuck a talent show in a gymnasium bitch

You won’t amount to shit

Quit daydreaming kid

You need to get your cranium checked

You thinking like an alien, it just ain’t realistic

Now pretend they ain’t just make him angry with this shit

And there was no one he can even aim when he’s pissed at

And his alarm went off to wake him but he didn’t make it to the rap Olympics

Slept through his plane and he missed it

He’s gonna have a hard time explaining to Haley and Laney these food stamps and this WIC shit

Cuz he never risked shit

He hoped and he wished it

But it didn’t fall in his lap

So he ain’t even here…."