Boxing My Shadow

[Verse 1:] It's like writing to the dead, dear people, I don't know if you'll hear my last plea But somebody needs to be a little concerned about me, it's like I'm standing on the edge of a high tower balcony Ya'll are rootin me to jump, nobody stoppin me It's like a drug filled rock n roll documentary Just wait till the world knows what's inside of me Cause you ll be sorry when I'm gone, and I'll be gone so very soon If the pressure on my diaphragm keeps resisting If the feds keep my brothers stompin up and down prisons If you can't understand my offerings and deep mission No label is willing to see my unique vision If metro housing keep threatning my poor mother with eviction You'll be sorry, (you'll be sorry) You'll be sorry if I stay so poor I can't afford my own medicine to cure my ulcer And get vexed at every rich person that walks passed, that won't blast, just yet I don't even have enough gas to pass the exit, so don't laugh, (don't laugh) I think a smile is a charity, but fuck don't laught my anger, (resulted) from pressure, (exhaustion) my boys be (orphans), my voices, (is all bent), I'm tired (I'm coughing) my daddies, (divorcin), my momma (is hopin), my eyes be (so open), for chances, (I'm walkin), I'm walkin an Talkin and boxing my shadow [Hook: x3] I hate you!, I hate this I hate food, I won't eat In case you, Offend me I wait you, so don't sleep [Verse 2:] It's like the possibility of making it in the industry is just around the corner now It's just about your ability, but see it's like an enigma An insomniac singer, a dream a figment of your imagination it seems It'll never be succesful, please protect your neck before they squeeze I'm your biggest hater you suck, and even if you don't You know your luck you'll probably get runover by a truck before your first label meeting Meeting is the issue you prick, yo yo you really make me sick, no no you make me sick I can't stand this argument, see this is what happens when my mind starts to dwell And my strenght starts to fail And I get an anxiety (resulted) in panic attacks (exhaustion) I might as well look for (a fence), my health is (dissolving) I am tired (I'm coughing) my wife is (divorcing), my girlfriend, (is open) Cause I gotta so (open) over these niggas, (walkin) I'm walkin and talking And boxing my shadows [Hook x3] [Verse 3:] And now I sing about the poor, and I sing about the war And how can I not represent, when I'm the most critically acclaimed Put most emcees to a lyrical shame, get some um fame Express my pain and still keep this shit raw, how can one person be so poor Look at it, your better off, (without me), I mean even I (doubt me) My own dreams, (mock me) the snicker and talk, (about me) They want me to suffer, [? ], take my life around me, (rob me) They got me boxing my own shadow! [Hook x3]