Late at night
Clueless as a lost dog
Writing out his temperament but now he's sitting lock-jawed
Locked doors, windows barred, lights are off
Around 4 a.m. thinking is his mic turned off
And is this right or wrong and how simple it would be
Tell him why on earth he should care what you believe
But he does can't explain it don't expect an answer
Just a regular John Doe but still he writes his anthems unknown
Not even by his alias
Speaking foreign languages some even say he's alien
He's lost his mind because he's contemplating barriers
Alternate exit strategies for life he lives vicarious
He's living slowly cause he needs the room to grow
The doctors called the flat-line but little did they know
That he abides his time patiently until the day he knows he'll blow
And that his June's periphery is walking through the door
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Day after day he writes these lines nonstop
But it's a struggle man, trying to fight through writers block
And he thought he'd figure out what he would do when he's a man
Guess not, still writing raps is his plan
Cause he's doing what he loves
This is his only passion
He sticks to one girl
Call him old fashioned
He's taking action and crafting critics all day
When will you thick skulls learn he ain't in this for the pay
This ain't a job for him
Not even a career
You can't put a price on art just let it sit through the years
Admiring, and aspiring as it plays through your ears
I know were all here waiting for the next great to appear
Who knows when that'll be but he's ready for him dog
Lord knows we need the talent not another basic song
No on cares you hit the bong
No one cares about your stacks
We need another skillful artist who cares about the facts

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