Work In Progress (feat. Shane Reis)

I'm a work in progress
 I might just work forever
 I know the sun is shining behind this cloudy weather
 And I, I'm not perfect
 But I'm, I'm getting better
 I'm a work in progress, I might just work forever
 I don't know
 I can't help but feel like I'm destined to do this but I'm in my way
 I'm working it, working it, working it, working it every day
 I chiseled the sculpture, I take a look at it, that ain't how I planned it
 I might need to switch my perspective and view from a whole 'nother vantage
 Cause some of the things you could say about me would be true, and be disparaging
 I hope I don't leave none of those traits to my daughters when I die in their inheritance
 I'm a bright spark in a dark room, I'll persevere, that's how I'm built
 I won't wait, I will work till I'm great, I made more mistakes than my grammy made quilts
 I am part one, wait for part two
 Got my leg in the door in '04 from my dreaming, was screaming "somebody record me"
 I promise I will be dope when I'm forty
 Now I got my whole body in the room, bitch
 Sorry I called you a bitch
 I get excited, I'm talking my shit
 I feel like Kanye but white and not rich
 I am a desk full of stuff, stacked
 Agressive, a muskrat
 I will stretch, I will touch, tap
 I'm a sketch, I'm a rough draft
 But I'm wide awake, and I'm tossing and turning
 And I can't sleep at times
 Got my family on my mind
 And I'm gon' work until they never have to work no more
 I don't know what to think, they put out a tape every month
 Maybe it's them, or maybe it's me, or maybe I don't write enough
 But when you only write what you feel
 Sometimes it kinda gets tough
 Cause the world is moving so fast
 And I'm not feeling so young
 I was just a kid, say 17, and I entered in a new world, never had a plan
 Face bare, so was the planner, so my old man [?] out the truck for not enough bucks
 He said, "Son, it's gonna be tough, at least I gave you a work ethic and some manners"
 Maybe got the manners from my mother, now I gotta fill the cupboards when you [?] for the supper
 They told me we work in the cold and the snow and the rain, welcome to Maine
 Fresh out of grade twelve, not getting paid well, walking on eggshells
 Eight years later, couple tapes and a record
 Between being on the road and being up at the same time that I'm getting home
 It feels like I work forever
 Young, good, gotta do better
 Two little dudes like I'm [?] pressure
 I could never ever give the minimal of effort
 I know she got me, rich, broke or whatever
 I consider it never, I'd rather have less than a drip in the desert
 [?] stitch in the dresser, or listen to Ke$ha
 I work when I'm sick and I'm hurt till I'm better
 Cause money is money, you can't never make enough and can't pay attention to them, they saying nothing
 If they not down unless something big comes around, then there's nothing up for discussion
 That's everybody, me included, I'm turning up, like the heat's included
 They're complaining about no savings to make these payments but still I'm changing
 I'm a work in progress
 I might just work forever
 I know the sun is shining behind this cloudy weather
 And I, I'm not perfect
 But I'm, I'm getting better
 I'm a work in progress, I might just work forever
 I don't know
 I can't help but feel like I'm destined to do this but I'm in my way
 I'm working it, working it, working it, working it every day
 I chiseled the sculpture, I take a look at it, that ain't how I planned it
 I might need to switch my perspective and view from a whole 'nother vantage