At The Door - Marlon Craft

Waitin' for my train of thought to leave Manhattan

It’s been in the tunnel, I’m tryna see the sun

Been through a lot of hard times tryna believe in actions

But not one ever felt like time for me to run

And I’m addicted to dopamine

And hopes and dreams

And folks I’ve seen

But feel like I speak a different language than everyone round me,

word to Portguese

They be like «Damn, bruh’s ill»

And I appreciate the kudos

Shit ain’t all sweet, gotta appreciate the glucose

It’s hard to stick togther with your team, we keep th glue close

We be feelin' down in my town, you can hear us play The Blue Note

And when it’s time to go I’mma ride out

I’ll be on the road, fuck a hideout

Even my darkest times, wouldn’t white out

Listen, this is mine now

I wish I could cry but I ain’t got nothin to cry bout homie

Shit, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me

I’ll be at the door

My life knock, knock, knock, knock

I feel my youth slip away

I ain’t mean it to end

I’m in a land where everything gotta be a means to an end

What you get to pick first?

The means or the end?

That sequence depends

And that’s a shitty diaper to be sittin in and givin' your life for the fight

to be brighter than what your nights were when you believe that they could end

And yet and still they can’t see we different but basially same

Like stopping that Essex v. Delancey, shit

The days and times of an impatient mind

As I look for now what I will later find

No bread just a body

Blood ain’t made of wine

Scary images above my shoulders in this frame of mind

But I’ll be ok with time

And when it’s time to go I’mma ride out

I’ll be on the road, fuck a hideout

Even my darkest times, wouldn’t white out

Listen, this is mine now

I wish I could cry but I ain’t got nothin' to cry bout homie

Shit, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me

I’ll be at the door

My life knock, knock, knock, knock