Hook:
I don’t really wanna wake up in the morning
I’ve dealt with more than all the shit i’ve been reporting
feeling inadaquate, the wife is mad as shit
so I”ma douse this whole damn thing and burn it down

i don’t really wanna see y’all in mourning
so if the strength i need is not afforded
i’ll go get after it, even at half a clip
walking heel, toe, wait for for the rain to wash it down


every morning that I wake up I battle myself
put a face on like some makeup and pass it as well
passing the well, like i’m avoiding the ring,
take the gloves off, the fight in me is void, i retreat

recoil and reach back, no i force it on me,
unfortunately, the speed of forward motion is warping my think
storming the memory like a cancer of mammaries,
the past is like some fat i oughta slash off the calories

assault with no battery, i aint charging the sodium,
the brine is a podium, and the shots were an odium,
i’d find me some opium, be out back with the crew
so when they say that I was fronting, they’d have nothing but proof

yeah, backward is the truth,
and everything I knew as an intelligent youth,
was cigarettes and abuse,
I disinfect it, i’m usually not a bitch but i truthfully
wanna see you amused,

meet you after the fall,
and see what kind of man you think could only devolve
the wreath around my neck is the immediate enemy,
like my breathing impediment was a celibate seminary


slamming the brakes, how much more can i take, like shattered vinyl is the final destination, my fate,
i’m laying awake, think about the things in my past,
like jason, a mask, is maybe what I need for the fact,
i can not face where I’m at, I wear the scars where i’ve been, i stare into the eyes of someone who’s too scared to buy in,
sick of trying and sick of living with fear, and hoping if my past is gonna bite me in the rear, that I’ve at least made some amends or maybe toughened the flesh,
make it so the teeth can barely break the skin, I’m a mess, I seen better days, I’ll see them again,
the valleys got two peaks on the side of them

so when i’m down i keep on hoping
that calloused skin is calisthenics for emotion
and the devotion to a balance causes pain if you aint grateful for the malice just as well as the gains,

say your grace, say your damn prayers, say what you need to believe and leave out the nightmares,
cuz there are many things in life that really gonna haunt,
i try to keep the demons minimum and off my lawn,