Early Hours

[Verse 1: Hardy] Chris Tarrent questions, acting as depressants Way more anti-social, shows I've had my lessons Still posted on my pedastal, arrogance symmetrical I don't care attitude, What? You think I'm mad at you? Shit happens, there's shit patterns, i'll be wasting time Trying to change the past, i'll just pay for mine, lately I'm Talking to my cousin more, staying in the family Cause entertaining bitches just makes them think that they had me Are they angry? I won't guess before they hang me, that's just More palava to be part of that's just, some bad luck I'm already up at early hours, peaking through my curtains, Purple skies and on my table just a phone that's full of lies Finding ways of trying to cope, money as my hope So I phone up my partner it's time to make some bible quotes, Still pressing for that end result, won't get too absorbed Cause weigh that money with some morals.. You should know what end falls Well I guess some people won't and that's the way it is So I'm going Ray Charles to all of their statuses They say they hate the fake, but they don't love the real So I won't play the games, long as my funds are real Tryna make that legal money so the tunes that I drop are ill Dress code black on black that won't change you can bank on that I got no more to say.. infact nigga that's a wrap [Verse 2: Proton] Lord bless me so that Everything I touch turns to gold Lord I'm on my knees my soul I never sold Never been one to snore and relax yet hope I evolve  So please provide me with a furnace for my coals and a net to score my goals I'm measuring my success by followers and upsets And wallowing in woe, my story will unfold On days I feel to lay my bricks for the building But the dereliction has killed it,  Yet I stayed yielded All that's on my mind is cheese as a pilgrim Choices.. I've made bad ones, now these voices,  Are hoisting my voyage i need back up I can't breathe well i got bad lungs This journey's like a triathlon Taking two steps forward n back one *talking for minute* And it won't program in my Samsung And still my talent is yet to be Challenged listening to Nastradamus To help keep me grounded I found it the greatest have made mistakes it's amazing how mazes Make you feel patient to try escape but this game will trap u the same way and we all wanna get away way But poverty got us looking no further past pay day Families bigger than bay bays 6 kids 3 rooms That's each meal split 8 ways So each day they say grace, *grace* I pray, *pray* Clutching on my rosaries,  Communion wafers sticking to my molars As the Pentecostal oversees Clutching on my rosaries  Communion wafers sticking to my molars As the Pentecostal oversees