Angry Young Man - Oncue

He wakes up from his sleep

He’s sitting upright in bed

He’s gon' get up off his feet

He’s gon' smoke a cigarette instead

Haunted by the man he wants to be

And all the fucking books that he read

Shit man, cause even in his sleep

He hears the beat in his head

It keep on going and going, writing poems

And flows 'em, so he can finally feel

Like someone finally know him

More so long that told him he stands up on that podium

People say that he on, they better off try to blow him

You’re more likely to catch a man

Writing some letters and wearing a gold letterman

Some how they let him in

Never felt settled in

But truth be told the best just kept on peddling

Money has never been, one of his best of friends

Had to bleed for a dollar

But damn, he felt better than in recent memory

Shit, more than he ever did

Ain’t an even playing field but he gon' level it

One more cigarette

Just one more, yeah, to set me free

Baby, one more cigarette (yeah)

Just one more, so I can finally breathe

And I’m living out my window

I didn’t mean to go so R.I.C

Baby, we don’t even hardly smoke (no)

Just one more, please one more

And I swear it’s the last one

And I only need one more (oh yeah)

It’s the last one (It's the last one)

And I only need one more

And I swear, it’s the last one (oh yeah)

Timing and timing, it just keep on rewinding

All the days he’s missed his father piping a haystack to find him

What makes you strong don’t kill you

What about that (?) with linings

Made of silver mother fucker, you lying, stop lying

He tells his son to his face that there’s no cheddar

Claims he’s sober, but he grew to know better

That ain’t skepticism, that’s defense mechanisms doing they job

Now he’s worried if his pops was dead or cuffed by the cops

At one point or another he was a bun in the oven

His mama love him, he can’t shake the feeling she don’t trust him

He said to fuck in the clouds, maybe a dreamer or something

The other son his brother sadly the fucker disgusting

Got a heart of gold but drowns in the substance

Really loves his alcohol, might as well be rubbing

Snorting and puffin', cutting and dipping abandoned his children

All of this bullshit living under one building like

I hop up out the bed to all this fuckin' shit

That my intellect can let go with the short end of the stick

I’mma write my manifesto sometimes I feel sick

Think about the ones I let go just so I can live rich

Like that would solve all my problems and minus I’m not brolic

If you don’t see that I’m special you can choke upon a dick

Here it is I gotta pick, wake up with no regrets

Shit he put me to the test and I ain’t seen a day yet

Maureen I love your daughter but I turned into a martyr

Cause I got to move farther, please I hope it makes sense

How my life is so Arthur, tryna outsell the Carters

Limelight make me darker and soon I face him

Pay me to say I’m angry but angry is what they made me

This be the last time you play me, you motherfuckers can’t save me

Hate me but learn to pay me even if you think I’m crazy

Or maybe you wanna slay me accept the fact that you ain’t me (2X)