4AM (Interlude)

Hook: Rain pouring and its four a.m Demons steady scratching at my door again I really thought we sorted this No more running I'm round hanging like an ornament I've grown tired of changing up my coordinates -------- I'm just an old soul that's stuck inside a young body That's stuck inside a generation that's stuck up on these dumb hobbies Magna Cum Laude, yet I'm smarter than the systematics To be a cog you gotta take part in all these vicious habits And that ain't like me. (Why?) Cuz I ain't like y'all. (Yeah) And though it all might seem I'm a bit hyphy, know it's a libel I'll wave it off like a tidal, then I'll clean it up with a Wypall Y'all busy cramping my style, think I'll kill em with that Midol Kiss the white balls, this ain't Tachikara tat No volleyball attack, or golf it's rap- like all of y'all are trash So I'm not not sorry not sorry that's a fact Don't get it twisted, I adore you like a mahogany entrance I lock em out the crib I dwell. Bars on lock like prison cells Git em BKnitts give em hell. Those who know me know I will Know I know nothing, nutty fool Wait what is nothing, what is true? If I know something, it wasn't school Just molecules, so what is cool? The steno notebook steady perched upon the night stand With thoughts across the white pad got graphite right in my right hand Write hands on action cuz this hand written is like capturing Life and it's elements and there ain't no tellin when this flight lands It might crash, from every stick and stone these people threw at me Slight cracks in glass houses are amplified by scrutiny Hijack every note to self and use it at my eulogy My lifespan on the page, these swipes of graphite capture fluently -------- Hook You know where to find me I ain't runnin