Another day, Another hour
Another day, Another hour
Another day, Another hour
Another day, another hour
Another day
Another day
Another day, another hour, what is power?
I don't know, ponder over it as I shower
Early morning I keep ignoring all these calls and all my problems
Cause I don't know how I'm gonna solve em
How I'm gonna solve em
I got Problems
Mixed with problems
Mixed with a lot more problems
God I hate em, I don't need em
Take them away to some place thats neither here nor there
Sometimes I just wonder how I'm gonna sleep at night
Knowing soon that life will catch up with me without a single doubt
But theres no tellin when
Life is not a game
It's like I'm not even here
I'm not controlling any gears
Though I love to spit my rhymes sometimes I think that I'm wasting time
Cause these rappers they be out here makin some bullshit that be hurtin both my ears
Yet the people they all cheer
I don't get it
There I said it
Y'all rapper's are pathetic
I got my style from genetics and my culture meanwhile you copy styles to be generic
I ain't givin no one credit unless you show me that you can spit it
Unless you show me that you can spit it
Another day, another hour
Another day, another hour
Another day