Tell it like it is

[Intro: Otis Redding]
Hi this is the big O, Otis Redding. I was just standing here, thinking about you, thought I'd write a song about you and dedicate it to you

[Verse 1]
See me fail that's the day of the freezing hell
The forecasts brainstorms, rain sleet and hail
The speeding snail feeling sluggish so it leaves a trail
That follows breadcrumbs home to where it's demons dwell
Different person, introverted never leave the shell
I'll script a verse then misinterpret what I mean as well
Dirt and grime beneath the nails, peep what the sheets unveil
Fingertips gliding goosebumps like I'm reading braille
Drive her crazy till the radiator starts leaking
Tank gone empty trying say she out of dark demons
Leave my mark, mosaics paint a harsh ceiling
Sistine chapel, tags space invader art piece
Drink the pussy like car-needers and if i'm deep
From the top of the arc like R-vetas some karmas bitch
Screaming at me like you want even wanna ask questions
I wanna be a millionaire but you aren't Regis
Now she wanna play the martyr but you aren't Jesus
Far as leaving, I'm just looking for my car keys and
Forgetting where I parked even please forgive me short fuse been a long evening

[Verse 2: Illmaculate]
While I, watch the frost through the fog of a lit stogy
Piss cloudy, fifth on me I sip slowly
If you coming from my slice better kim-bowl me
Show love to those that care enough to insult me
If these walls could talk, they would too much like all of y'all
All too common huh, another reason that I'm isolated
I'm wide awake, ain't asleep and are hibernating, they not enough
Got some column they talk a lot and they're not involved
Not a boss, nah, not even on their job
I seen crews rise and fall, I evolve
Turn downs to ups, now the sky is ours
They learn to love spiteful, why I'm unlike 'em
Roam by 'em, ahead of 'em by a sun cycle
While they marketing chums like you I'm bumping ozzes, untitled sparking the blunt cocking to pump rifle
Clip heavy, re-establish I spit daily
He's a savage of G status, in mid 20s
Y'all ain't monsters you big teddies against Freddie
I spit fire, piss Henny, and shit Benjy's
So if it's petty and you want my two pennies you won't get any, I been steady
Your big homies are big on me
You the shit, show me, shit

[Outro]
You know, anywhere in the world you can hear an Otis Redding song and any person regardless of race, regardless of economic status, they understand the songs and they appreciate those songs. He was just a really international kinda guy, kinda guy, kinda guy, kinda guy