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letra de almost time - adam a.j. nowill

afterlife
purgatory
is this paradise or a horror story
i’ve seen people change
all types of colours right before me
had to learn who’s against me, and who’s fighting for me
they might ignore me, not for long
because i’m the one to write the story
otherwise they’re going to try to write it for me
i see, lights and victories
placed in all types of categories
flights to new territories
i’ll be living like i’m royalty
soon as these royalties catch up
had money, i passed up
opportunities passed by
fake day ones who wasn’t around for the grind
but want the pie
if you only want me when i’m doing numbers, you can lose mine
i’ve been doing this since the summer of o nine
school them with the rhymes oh the irony
might learn asl no one side of me
not long until i’m becoming friends with people who inspire me
that respect worth more than any dollar sign to me
until i don’t gotta be asleep to be inside a dream
i put people’s egos in checks
it start a rivalry, they used to side with me
not a spite in me
in the pass i tried to scream
but it only came out quietly
sit behind a screen, smile and say i’m fine
but aside, i’m a marine driving over an ied
i’m at war
and still i’m trying to find my peace
now i just am. i don’t try to be
i’m an open book. take a look inside my diary
why would i lie?
i make timeless records. how could i die?
if you dissing me you’ re history, that’s suicide
i ain’t here to make no friends
i’m here to build legacies
like mozart, beethoven. but centuries
they gone play them joints
i need six figure checks
i remember when they wouldn’t pay a cent
and i always had a play the bench
i swear, if i get a chance, they’ll never see the field again
i train like a militant
it’s anarchy. and this the purge
let the villains in
i’m k!lling them was syllables or with kindness
either way, it’s a genocide chaos i did invite
i’ll burn the city down
no more fake smile for people that i pretend to like
yeah, no more tennis whites
only thing that i match. what? it’s a mic
and that fire it did ignite
my verses, this jaw hurts
what i write is the end of a pretentious like apocalypse in this pen
and i rip your jaw clean off
if you attempt to bite
i raise h-ll like a cinebite
they find pleasure in my pain
joy when i cry
it’s puzzling, it’s hard to figure out
im still on the sideline like marshawn lynch
when i grind
for everything instead of my time
this is my world and you’re just fragments of my mind
i might mail you a pipe bomb
so pipe down or choke
or what you smoke at rock bottom
i had the high ground
i’m so hot i’m never not ice
now read that twice
who start a pot if the devil cook rice
hey, it’s almost half
so take my advice
cold world heartbreak
that made me ice cube
i might just ice skate
i’m in my igloo
i just get irate when i’m in a bad mood
i might go apache
this for the people who don’t even have food
when they open the pantry, i’m hungry
i’m smelling like k!ller
i’m looking like money am
wait, wait hold up, hey. yeah
ay its a cold word. i’m just the eskimo
you want to test the flow, i turn to escobar
i’m on a road like a good
so i gotta choose
like i’m pepsi cola
hey hey
people get mean, but i just get meaner
one day ill be in arenas
don’t want to see me on the court
till i bring the hammer and serve a subpoena
hey, no i’m not living in luxury now
but i keep taking shots and i love the rebound
i know i will make it
you cannot replace it
no holding me down
i’m out of the cannon
and i get around without touching the ground
and i know they judging me now
because i’m in love with the sound
and my study profile
yes i’m in love with the craft
but i hate the business
because so many suckers want treat me like a product
put me in a box
i put them in some boxes
they fit with some holes
they gone talk about a profit. yeah
so many skeletons. i cannot fit them in my closet
hey! and i got drip like a faucet
ay hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
look towards the future
things get brighter
storms past
can’t let that prevent you from your destiny
don’t lose hope
because that’s all that’s left of me
i had to count on myself to rescue me
so when the tables turn, i’ma let them bleed
i put on his bayonet and head to beverly
red carpet from all the blood spill my trunk filled with weaponry
they tried to threaten me
unsuccessfully
i’m a landmine. you can’t step on me
thankful for the spirit protecting me
always try to keep it heavenly
but my instinct is to retaliate
so much pent up frustration
all i want to do is hate and feed my negativity
repressed emotions
stress and hope and i can find that energy
to put some time into my creativity
but i focus on the wrong things constantly
i create bigger problems than i had originally
dig myself a deeper hole then ask for someone to rescue me
after id asked for their advice then did the opposite intentionally
then id get mad and wonder why they didn’t have no sympathy
man

- adam a j nowill

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