Today the sun came up
I'm like, so what I don't give a f*ck
Just layin here tryin to breath is hard enough
Been outta work I'm still exhausted
Everything I try to write I toss it
At a loss for any thoughts
Every verse I write depresses me even worse
Did Euterpe deserted me or have I lost it
Did I get sucked in by CNN prepping for the world to end
Am I under hydrated or caffeinated
Am I getting too worked up over unsubstantiated ideas I've conjured up
The thoughts that I think tend to sink me the deepest
I don't need any help feeling defeated
Cause I've cornered the market on low self-esteem, what I mean is... It's like
The tick tick tock of my broken clock
The hands don't move but the tick don't stop
Like an itch that won't quit
Pushing me to my limit
It's like the rup-a-bum-bum of my busted drum
The rat-a-tat-tat of my cracked hats
Trust me, I'm Not droppin sick beats with any of that
Gotta get get out of my own head
Going like this I'm gonna wind up dead
Gotta make, make an effort to get myself better
Haven't seen my crew in what seems like forever
But winter weather in Philly ain't getting any better... ya know what I mean
So get the f*ck up you been stuck too long
Lying in bed as the days drag on
Enough is enough so get up, get up, get up
Or am I just not enough