Alone

[Verse 1] I'm never alone; it's me, myself and this misery Darkness despite the 5/8 glitteries Plug me in like I'm the new Kinect (360-Xbox) Yeah, plug me in like I'm the new connect, slanging crack rock Under the influence, underrated, my booth a sweatshop Hang towels and tank tops on my Sony C800 Doctor tell me to quit, enzymes rising in my liver But that's where me and him differ, nigger, I am not a quitter Half the time, mind's in the shitter, I'm in the clouds, I hear the scriptures Most of us don't love to be givers, pretty swell listeners, providing for those relying You can't define who you are, give fine line print refinement Motives for better timing, my motive's forever rhyming I open the forum for them, they're waiting for me to chime in And say what I said, Simon I'm debating if I should sign in [Verse 2] I'm never alone; it's me, myself, and my son I'm up before the sun for my son, that's my number one priority Majority of people are minority; underhanded, I understand it Being taken advantage of ain't the best feeling, is it? The actions are found through anger, named it concealed imprisonment I'm trying to implement the simple shit, not hoping for episodes of incidents Which is prevalent without a settlement I'm heaven-sent, hell bound, fresher than luxury with lemon scent And peppermints, leather, tints, rev the 6 Series Beep the horn and see if she can hear a bitch clearly Make a bamboo earring, got her name in cursive in the center A self-centered woman with no room for you to enter on her vagina's agenda Got my name embedded, permanent henna I'll forget the times we had, will find another to resemble her [Bridge] There's always that somebody Could you possibly be that somebody, that's-uhh Watching, learning, scheming, turning tables There's always somebody, there's always that Could possibly be that somebody, behind your back Watching, learning, scheming, turning tables [Outro] Y'knamsayin? Nowadays you just gotta watch your back, baby I mean, you gotta watch your back like you got two backs You feel me? Can't be trusting these motherfuckers They all scheming, man. All they want is your motherfucking paper, your motherfucking talent, whatever you got, man Don't give up your independence, nigga And your motherfucking mind and that's all you got, y'nahmean? Besides your word