he wakes up from his sleep he s sitting upright in bed he s gon get up off his feet he s gon smoke a cigarette instead haunted by the man he wants to be and all the fucking books that he read shit man cause even in his sleep he hears the beat in his head it keep on going and going writing poems and flows em so he can finally feel like someone finally know him more so long that told him he stands up on that podium people say that he on they better off try to blow him you re more likely to catch a man writing some letters and wearing a gold letterman some how they let him in never felt settled in but truth be told the best just kept on peddling money has never been one of his best of friends had to bleed for a dollar but damn he felt better than in recent memory shit more than he ever did ain t an even playing field but he gon level it one more cigarette just one more yeah to set me free baby one more cigarette just one more so i can finally breathe and i m living out my window i didn t mean to go so r i c baby we don t even hardly smoke just one more please one more and i swear it s the last one and i only need one more it s the last one and i only need one more and i swear it s the last one timing and timing it just keep on rewinding all the days he s missed his father piping a haystack to find him what makes you strong don t kill you what about that with linings made of silver mother fucker you lying stop lying he tells his son to his face that there s no cheddar claims he s sober but he grew to know better that ain t skepticism that s defense mechanisms doing they job now he s worried if his pops was dead or cuffed by the cops at one point or another he was a bun in the oven his mama love him he can t shake the feeling she don t trust him he said to fuck in the clouds maybe a dreamer or something the other son his brother sadly the fucker disgusting got a heart of gold but drowns in the substance really loves his alcohol might as well be rubbing snorting and puffin cutting and dipping abandoned his children all of this bullshit living under one building like  i hop up out the bed to all this fuckin shit that my intellect can let go with the short end of the stick i mma write my manifesto sometimes i feel sick think about the ones i let go just so i can live rich like that would solve all my problems and minus i m not brolic if you don t see that i m special you can choke upon a dick here it is i gotta pick wake up with no regrets shit he put me to the test and i ain t seen a day yet maureen i love your daughter but i turned into a martyr cause i got to move farther please i hope it makes sense how my life is so arthur tryna outsell the carters limelight make me darker and soon i face him pay me to say i m angry but angry is what they made me this be the last time you play me you motherfuckers can t save me hate me but learn to pay me even if you think i m crazy or maybe you wanna slay me accept the fact that you ain t me 