Notes on the Door

Wake up in the morning
Open up the front door
Then without warning
I saw a little note from the landlord
and then up in my head i had a thought as i read what he wrote

One day I'll become a millionaire-
I will never have to feel or care-
Who when went without a meal or where-
fortunes wheel is unfair-
some work, some walk, and some stare-
but ima rise above the ones in my way like they goin no where-
God as my witness-
I'll cross a name off my hitlist-
Toss it with your misses-
Then turn her out like bitches-
What you know what hustle is son what you know what pimp is?
Ima work hard to own a business-
Make true my visions-
Then ima have to pray for forgiveness-
But I've lived my young life well-
though ima have to go to hell-
Damn how far did i drop from my Ivory tower when i fell?-
No way to tell-
The common man is used well-
birth, work, death- yes just give him the usual-
Only bills sent to my address-
Only pills pay for my back rent-
No money, poor, cashless-
No paper nor plastic-
Only cards all access-
To hungry to think about success, stomach rumbling like "how the fuck did i max this?"-

Wake up in the morning
Open up the front door
Then without warning
I saw a little note from the landlord
and then up in my head i had a thought as i read what he wrote

This concept called opportunity?-
I feel like it keeps losing me-
Can it be family even uses me?-
Oh of course, lil fuck, stupid me-
those who i stood up for from my head to my toes-
Never leavin, nor succeedin, but that's just the path that i chose-
Always the darkest most hellish tunnels underground always looking for the light i walked away and arose-
Reaching for the cash in hand prying up each knuckle we was just a little too close-
but now we estranged-
and i just feel on the real that everyday they should each be ashamed-
The very way I was always on at myself-
For not going out and robbing for rent I could have done more to keep evictions off the door i just felt-
I should do what i shouldn't just to keep some food on the shelf-
stack the deck fuck the cards I've been dealt-
and now i have grown the memories on my body plainly are shown-
and now I'm so cold my bodies turning to ashes and snow hell no it can't be helped-
and when the sun finally shows i only hope that i melt.-
So farewell that's the end of the show.-
Be careful what you do with the message in my flow.-
Dont give it all away-
dont sell yourself short-
Don't let someone else say your pay-
if you just gonna stay poor.

Wake up in the morning
Open up the front door
Then without warning
I saw a little note from the landlord
and then up in my head i had a thought as i read what he wrote