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Wake up surrounding by crumbled pages Scrolling down Tumblr pages For something human, it's called inspiration I call it purpose, you call it work, but I call it worthless Some niggas work like their calling is to call on the nurses Leave your verse inside a funeral home, I never left You second guess what I would do for the throne I was sixteen, I get cheese to craft me a home I packed up a loan, one bedroom and my microphone As I hoped to make a living off the beats My grandma fell asleep and even she lost here pulse My goal became never say, there can't be a better place Till you get there, make this a heaven state Let us pray, wake up, meditate, break up! Medicate, bake up, levitate All I need is head and space My city reminds me I'm not anything godly Just a mix of complexity like I'm Biggie and Gandhi And I be Tight as the pants on Will.I.Am I'm everything I feel I am If I'm not, until I am Or wait to the day I feel I am Get ready for the real I am Aus Songtexte Mania