The Calling

Sometimes I feel like I'm falling
Same time I feel like I'm soaring
Feel so confused like I'm poor but I'm balling
Heart getting dark like the night but it's morning
Rap was exciting but now that shit is boring
E'rybody bitching 'bout it, e'rybody talking
E'rybody rapping now but this shit is my calling
Call him, ask the father, I will bet a fortune
He'll say he made for the babies for the orphans
For the forefathers that are now inside a coffin
For the people lost in the source and
And of course any whores that absorbed all the pain from asaults
Am I'm nauseous
Course it's, I sound real exhausted
I've never hit the office
Never had a boss, just boss chicks
Toss thick shawty's in the air
Cute as Halle up in Swordfish
Gorgeous, but I feel morbid
But I still talk shit, often
Sick flow, coughing
Crawling, walking
Jumping out the window, I'mma spit till I'm a corpse
After that I'll still continue
I did larceny, arson
Ransacked apartments
Then went to church and asked God for a pardon
I think that I'm starting to lose it, the music is stupid, it's garbage
I hear all the carbon
Copies, sloppy, I'm probably a target
Of F.B.I., S.T.I., cornered the market
This is my house, wipe your shoes on the mat before you dirty up my carpet
You should feel awkward
Trying to see me, I'm the darkness
That's like a shark to a dolphin, it's smarter to forfeit
If we go to war? Shit
I'm like a swordsman and you like doorman
You'll lay dormant
Sleepy, feed me, my blood is pouring
All on the beats and you can see it's my calling
Call 'em, ask 'em
Back when Maccaulay Culkin was Home all Alone when I was causing
Problems, writing, rapping, pausing
Growing up, getting back in it and I'm the Source
I'm the Vibe, I'm a Rolling Stone, XXL
My next album is dropping and I know it's going to sell
Bitch!