4 AM

Pen to this paper daily, may sound a little crazy/ But I owe this game my life, now I'm landing safely/ I know I'm bashing these stars, cause they flashing crazy/ Dough around, but what I'm sowing now got them casting hasty/ Boxes my way, I realize it's feeling rather cagey/ Tired of being that guy, getting passed over daily/ So I'm still grinding even though the factors may seem/ Impossible, but you know that shit happens daily/ So I'mma stand up, and show these crackers plainly/ And boast about this rap shit, I wear my passion vainly/ Thought I would talk down to stars, but we're the same breed/ Just different decisions and actions, but mainly/ Our experiences shape us, and I'm brainy/ So I was picked on as a kid, as an adult I'm shaky/ And kinda lazy, so I'm scaping by, but now strangely/ I have a goal to reach, I used to hope to teach/ But now I wanna write poetry, and stand over these/ Trials and tribulations I face, putting my soul to sleep/ So now the poet speaks, and I'm only blowing steam/ At these rappers to get them off their asses and switch it up/ Well the plans may be intricate, but I'm gonna stay diligent/ If absolute power corrupts absolutely, I'm minimal/ Fuck mythical, don't wanna burn out like filaments/ Just make good music, and hype my fans up like stimulants/ It's almost 4AM, Monday in my room again/ Got a crazy vision, of a dream escaping from my pen/ I'll be swinging going down/ Fuck that noise, no way no how/ You're listening to this song but I'm working on the next one now/ Can only move forward, the beginning's been written/ Thought I was an outcast, but it seems I've been gifted/ Or cursed, depending on when you ask, is it mere illness/ This itch in my palm, it keep on insisting/ Constantly combatting every single revision/ That resistance is what I'm trying to break through/ Rewriting all of my tracks when I get in the break room/ Just wanna break loose, smash these homeruns like Babe Ruth/ So how can I come home and have half an album unfinished/ And sit at my computer with a blank stare and no specifics/ It's so sickening, but fuck it, game's not giving me my pink slip/ If I gotta go down, you best believe I'm going out swinging/ It's almost 4AM, Monday in my room again/ Got a crazy vision, of a dream escaping from my pen/ I'll be swinging going down/ Fuck that noise, no way no how/ You're listening to this song but I'm working on the next one now/ It's almost 4AM, Monday in my room again/ Got a crazy vision, of a dream escaping from my pen/ I'll be swinging going down/ Fuck that noise, no way no how/ You're listening to this song but I'm working on the next one now/