Its like writing to the dead, dear people, i dont know if youll hear my last plea,
but somebody needs to be concerned about me, its like im standing on the edge of a high tower by kanie,
yall are rootin me to jump, nobody stoppin me, its like a drug filled rock n roll documentary, just wait till the world knows whats inside of me, cuz you ll be sorry when im gone, and ill 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 cant 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, youll be sorry, (youll be sorry), youll be sorry if i stay so poor i cant afford my own medicine to cure my ulcer, and get vexed at every rich person that walks passed, that wont blast, just yet i dont even have enough gas to pass the exit, so dont laugh, (dont laugh) I think a smile is a charity, but f*** dont laught my anger, (resulted) from pressure, (exhaustion) my boys be (orphans), my voices, (is all bent), im tired (im coughing) my daddies, (divorcin), my momma (is hopin), my eyes be (so open), for chances, (im walkin), im walkin and talkin and boxing my shadow.
Chorus x 3
I hate you!, I hate this
I hate food, I wont eat,
In case you, Offend me
I wait you, so dont sleep
Verse 2
Its like the possibility of making it in the industry is just around the corner now,
its just about your ability, but see its like an enigma, an insomniac singer, a dream a figment of your imagination it seems, itll never be succesful, please protect your neck before they squeeze, im your biggest hater you suck, and even if you dont, you know your luck youll probably get runover by a truck before your first label meeting, meeting is the issue you p****, yo yo you really make me sick, no no you make me sick, i cant 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 (im coughing) my wife is (divorcing), my girlfriend, ( is open) Cuz I gotta so (open) over these n*****, (walkin) Im walkin and talking, and boxing my shadows.
Chorus X3
Verse 3
And now i sing about the poor, and i sing about the war, and how can i not represent, when im the most critically acclaimed, put most emcees to a lyrical shame, get some um fame, express my pain and still keep this s*** 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, (???????), They got me boxing my own shadow!
Chorus X3
but somebody needs to be concerned about me, its like im standing on the edge of a high tower by kanie,
yall are rootin me to jump, nobody stoppin me, its like a drug filled rock n roll documentary, just wait till the world knows whats inside of me, cuz you ll be sorry when im gone, and ill 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 cant 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, youll be sorry, (youll be sorry), youll be sorry if i stay so poor i cant afford my own medicine to cure my ulcer, and get vexed at every rich person that walks passed, that wont blast, just yet i dont even have enough gas to pass the exit, so dont laugh, (dont laugh) I think a smile is a charity, but f*** dont laught my anger, (resulted) from pressure, (exhaustion) my boys be (orphans), my voices, (is all bent), im tired (im coughing) my daddies, (divorcin), my momma (is hopin), my eyes be (so open), for chances, (im walkin), im walkin and talkin and boxing my shadow.
Chorus x 3
I hate you!, I hate this
I hate food, I wont eat,
In case you, Offend me
I wait you, so dont sleep
Verse 2
Its like the possibility of making it in the industry is just around the corner now,
its just about your ability, but see its like an enigma, an insomniac singer, a dream a figment of your imagination it seems, itll never be succesful, please protect your neck before they squeeze, im your biggest hater you suck, and even if you dont, you know your luck youll probably get runover by a truck before your first label meeting, meeting is the issue you p****, yo yo you really make me sick, no no you make me sick, i cant 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 (im coughing) my wife is (divorcing), my girlfriend, ( is open) Cuz I gotta so (open) over these n*****, (walkin) Im walkin and talking, and boxing my shadows.
Chorus X3
Verse 3
And now i sing about the poor, and i sing about the war, and how can i not represent, when im the most critically acclaimed, put most emcees to a lyrical shame, get some um fame, express my pain and still keep this s*** 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, (???????), They got me boxing my own shadow!
Chorus X3