Intro:

Arrrhhh arrh

Whoooh

Hook:

Woke up this morning from bed

With a paper and pen in my hand

Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?

I am addicted to poems

Woke up this morning from bed

With a paper and pen in my hand

Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?

I am addicted to poems

Verse 1:

Some famous poets that you like (huh)

The ones meant to fix up their lives (okay)

They promoting fashion, I promote my passion

My heart is pumping out rhymes (Pum! Pum! Pum!)

My purpose is beyond my body (yep)

I'm a definition of my hobby (yep)

So don't be fooled no more

We can't be cool no more

If you are neglecting my vibes

Its positive most of time

How you reflect in the eyes of my lines?

My metaphor conveys a message with smiles

To make your day better and bright (Its better and bright)

But the truth friend I just wanna rap

Do I really care if they clap?

You can call me crazy

I'd never be lazy

I'd stay strong working on my craft

Hook:

Woke up this morning from bed (yep)

With a paper and pen in my hand (yep)

Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?

I am addicted to poems

Woke up this morning from bed (bed)

With a paper and pen in my hand (hand)

Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?

I am addicted to poems

Verse 2:

Some rappers hide in an image (hmm)

You can't spit, makes you no less privileged (really)

So, I'm taking it personal, you see I’m personal

Tell me what I write is diminished? (what!)

I glorify God through my lyrics (Yeah)

I will never despise my critics (Yeah)

Cause I understand, we are different humans

They may have a blurred perspective

Or maybe I'm tripping

Maybe I need to speed up my rhythm

You can't kill my spirit

My intuition told me someday I'd be winning

Like Christ

Just with a gift I was given

By Christ

At the end of the day, I will always be rapping

I see you peeping to know, how many clapping

Call my passion crazy

I'd never be lazy

I'd stay strong working on my craft

Hook:

Woke up this morning from bed (yeah)

With a paper and pen in my hand (yeah)

Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?

I am addicted to poems

Woke up this morning from bed (bed)

With a paper and pen in my hand (hand)

Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?

I am addicted to poems

Verse 3:

I am addicted to puns

I'm addicted, I get lost by my words

Then get to cloud 9, slowly stroking my rhymes

For me it’s so blissful and fun

But

Some want me to be the son

Some want me to suffer and die on a cross

Want my lyrics perfect and without a flaw

It’s sad, I'm human, I’m just like you all

I, I am addicted, I just want to rap

Dear God, don’t the hands of my clock clap?

Cas they'll call me crazy

And I may be lazy

And I may be weak and I may quit my craft

Hook:

Woke up this morning from bed (yo)

With a paper and pen in my hand (yo)

Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?

I am addicted to poems

Woke up this morning from bed (bed)

With a paper and pen in my hand (hand)

Then I started to write, I hope you'd get it right?

I am addicted to poems

Outro:

Been looking for inspiration

So I let the Good book flash his light

Before I get lost in the darkness of a blind sight

Life of an addict, but one without insight

Success is a hidden treasure I need, so I seek Christ

Its Faith over Power, an improper fraction

Dear God direct all my plans and my actions?

Cas all that twinkles in the sky is not a star

Some live behind a mirror, to veil who they truly are

Perception of perfection, they display fake reflections

But Obi Chidubem

Will be shinning like Jerusalem

Please feel free to clap

As the Lord's servant raps

But never call me crazy

It’s a virtue not being lazy

Dear God, keep me strong, working on my craft