Seven O’Clock

Verse:
I wake up, seven o'clock, the alarm calls
The bomb falls, a long pause up in the stronghold
The one percent owns all of the globe
From up at Buckingham Palace down to the Vatican pope
But I’m like you, you can relate to everything I do
High school finished but then I dropped outta college
To follow my dream and make my music exactly like I knew
I found that I could do anything that I set my mind to
Rhymes flew outta me, two at the time, was bound to be
Happily rapping the rest of my life on a salary
Had to be the man of reality, drastically packing the
Personality into the masterpiece of the gallery
Man overboard, I'm so sick of them chores
And of the people who believe their style is sicker than yours
Since Biggie and Pac, nobody been kicking in doors
So next time you're ready to talk, you better be sure
That what you say is at a level so high I don’t gotta test you
Many say it's better just trying to be the next dude
But guess what, to get through, you gotta be you
‘cause it's the main way to maintain sane and be true

Chorus:
Had so many good times in my life
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
But lately I've been working day and night
So much hustling just to get through
But I forget the rest when I write
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I guess I gotta for the rest of life
And that's the only thing that I'm going do

Verse:
But sometimes I feel paralyzed
Terrified, of not being able to play and sell the vibe
So many lies combined with the kind of guy
To put on a smile, so that we buy, all of his shit to make us feel alive
When we don't even need it
It's like being full but having food and wanting to eat it
“Forget it homie, I just want most for the cheapest”
That’s why the liberal system is living off of the weakest
The patriot shouts freedom in a shit load of debt
Without even knowing he’s another slave to be kept
For a lifetime of work he get's a crumble of bread
And along with a buck or two, a comfortable bed
But that’s it, tragic, work work then you're dead
Popping pills, thrill seeking to get it out of your head
Never know how to grow in this overdose of a threat
So you've chosen not to show emotion, just to get ahead
Instead of coping with a broken home and hoping that this overload
Has spoken to the older soul to make you know it's all you get
You could be the stone below, the chromosome for more to grow
And you could become the dopest that anyone has ever met

Chorus:
Had so many good times in my life
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
But lately I’ve been working day and night
So much hustling just to get through
But I forget the rest when I write
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
I guess I gotta for the rest of life
And that's the only thing that I'm going do