(midnight)

☆

Left me to die

With my ass in the mud

I crawl back to life

With hella dust in ma lungs

Kicked me to the curb

Buried my voice and ma poems

Locked me in a house

And threw the keys in the lawn

I'm feverish you can feel the pain in my songs

I'm shivering

You should put the balm on my joints

I'm stuttering you could notice the vowels on my tongue

I'm pushing through

Pushing through the thorns & the storms

Sometimes, i think i hold in things for too long

Life is a rocky road and full of hella bumps

Bumps!! - I'm bumping knuckles with a bunch of bums

The industry's a gathering of phonies and some frauds

A few love me

And the others luh to see me fall

I'm ghost surfing

And they wonder how i got the ball

I'm networking

And they wonder how i got the call

To smash these killer shows

For summer, winter and next fall

Aww

Sorry Mr hater you a....

The holy ghost got me

I'm a proven miracle

They rallying round around me

Na Na Na Na Na Na Naaaaa

So ashy spittin bars under the mistletoe