Day Before

By Sage Williams

On XVII

Released on 2012

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The day before I dropped

I failed a test and ain't acknowledge it

Been a couple months

And now it's still fuck a scholarship

Tryna figure out who all these

Rappers got a problem with

Cause if it's ASF then I'll

Solve it bitch, I promise this

Never had a nigga stepping

To me on some nonsense

And if I ever do then I can

Illustrate the consequence

Bruise bruise black eye

A room full of black guys

You got a new crew?

Here's a blue's clue: that's why

High school senior

Full time dreamer

Looking for a Spanish mami

Call her Rosalina

Long as she geed, she ain't

Boppin for the team yo but

If so, fuck it, I'll act like I never seen her

Ain't tryna be mean but

That's how I proceed

I'm steady getting this cream

Hit my beeper for a feature

Seen some shit growing up

You would never believe

But I stay based, still say grace before I eat bruh

I'm steady on this path

Trying to do the math

Figure the formula to

Try and recreate the past

Go back to '95

Back when I was alive

Now I'm dead in the soul

Holding on to my mind

I hear these demons calling

They know my fucking name

But I ain't falling for it

I know the fucking game

No I can't right my wrongs

Long as I'm writing songs

I'll let these niggas know

The top is where I belong

They tell me I'm insane

I'm telling them the same

They just dont know my drive

They haven't felt my pain

Remember I'm an artist

Back when I was starving

A lost boy swam with sharks

And remained buoyant

A smart boy had to grow up

And remain boyish

He saw toys turn to guns

But remained loyal

At some point he stopped

Listening to mom and pops

The news cut through their

Hearts like tomahawks

Now I'm on my grown man

Started now I'm finishing

Shaky on delivery but

I'm 'bout to deliver this

Yeah they call me Sage

In the mirror spitting lyrics and we

Drink champagne 'til we

Fucking up our liver, shit

Muchas gracias

To all the impost-e-ahs

Though I coulda dealt with

Just a little less dramatica

Blowing so much Marley

Woulda thought us Rastafarian

But we ain't complicated

We just in this bitch to party, hun