4 (Spoken Word)


I once heard that you have to work to get through a door
I change the game and built my own door
Screw by screw, hinge by hinge but the door just wouldn’t open
Working each day just to feel golden
Because my dreams was once stolen
Still trying to fly high like a falcon
Doing this with only my involvement
I looked everywhere for reinforcement
It just wasn’t that important
To others this is my hobby
They left me in the lobby
But it was just my technique being sloppy
I was been tossed around like a puc in hockey
The dream was starting to look foggy
Now I can see through it like glass
It’s not in my grasp
But it’s so close that I can taste it
Take it and paste it
Soon I can put it on my checklist
So that I know that it exist
Lately I been fighting like an activist
On a daily I got to worry about 4
Four people that I want to stick with a fork
Just because they didn’t give support
My dreams has been restricted like a Muslim eating pork
I became bored
Bored with talking about my record
Dropping to their level
Has made me look like the devil
I been leaving spots here and there like freckles
My mind is twisted up like a pretzel
Part of me wants to settle
The other half wants to tremble
I been used so much I feel like a rental
I been speaking from the heart but others only hear the instrumental
I have felt sentimental
But I brushed it all off
I been feeling soft
So I been telling people adios
I been in a different zone
I have been told to postpone
But looking at Orlando
It got me thinking how the fuck I know I’m going to make it till tomorrow
Sorry for the language
But this is how I manage
I go on a rampage
Just so people can hear my message
The reason for my title being 4
It might be because that’s my score
Or that’s the amount of feet I am from the door
It could be the amount of feet I’m in the trapdoor
Or maybe I wrote 4 books and about to grab them off the floor
I’m ready to explore

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