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Fire In The Booth Pt1
Yeah yeah This one's like an open diary Getting my feelings for this one Fire in the
booth Yah listen I
noticed that you didn't notice I
was focussed when you didn't focus I
ain't married but I'm still a
Joseph Had to part ways with my bitch cause she cheated So I
pulled the
Moses Seperated sanity from psychosis Diagnosis, heartbroken story of a
dying poet Transgressions from my past agressions I
learned a
lesson and imma add a
lesson: Not to trust a
bitch or my dog if there was a
difference (yeah uh) Anger inside, where it always resides Charlie Sloth let me cry on this mic Dying to live or living to die Two questions that I
ask myself before I
fall asleep at night I'm an artist so my pain is a
prosperity for others So I'm forced to turn this darkness into people's like But the
weight is getting heavy and at this rate (uh) It has me contemplating suicide So it's a
Different day, same book, different page, different people I
don't even know they names In a
different city, on a
different stage, rapping words that I
used to write when I
was underpaid Yeah I'm getting old but I'm stuck in my old ways Running from the
cops Going back to my old days Try to cut me off, back on my road rage These people ain't loyal So who am I
trying to impress? How can I
love somebody else if I
don't love myself How can I
sign if I'm trying to save lifes and all the
label wants to do is take my shit and put it on that shelf Why don't depression have an off switch? Why can't I
find a
bitch to ball with? Why everybody wanna talk shit? Smiled in my face, stabbed me in the
back Do whatever it takes to put me in the
coffin, and often I
think about the
consequences, are they real or are they comprehensive? Will I
ever make it into heaven? Will my music turn into a
weapon? Will I
ever get an answer to a
fucking question? Will I
ever finish first to have to settle second? Will I
ever be blessed or will I
be the
blessing? Do I
have to sell my soul just to have a
presence? If I
die right now will I
be remembered? So I
take a
sip, pop a
perc Why? because they help me work Having conversations with the
devil never ease the
hurt Having trouble calculating, finding what I'm really worth Post a
pic, 50K likes if I
don't got a
shirt Bitches in the
DM, I
don't see 'em unless they finna twerk Bring 'em to the
crib, dick 'em down, pussy in the
hearse All this fucking fame but it really feels like a
curse I
don't even know So let me finish my diary off strong Couple minutes I
hope it ain't too long Only way I
know to deal with the
pain is to take it in disperse and into songs Man I
really fucking hope that I
can write my raws Man I
hope fire in the
booth puts me on Man I
feel so weak but this shit makes me strong It's Dax This is for everybody out there who has a
dream man It's dax I
gave up hooping for these rapping ways I
told my momma we'd see better days I'm going hard like when I
masturbate I
Guess I
never passed the
age I
remember days I
didn't pray and now I'm on my knees that shit was just a
phase I
Garnered fame but I
eint Never changed They say I'm humble but they didn't know I'm staring death right in the
face Forcing me calculate think bout every move I
make They could never take me I'm a
guardian of heavens gate Now I'm here captivate Moving at a
rapid pace Nothing into something now it's Dax the
one they can't erase Seperating fame from actuality I
navigate while moving through a
see pessimistic people that are fake Imitate, innovate, educate, infultrate Separate, segregate, all just to accelerate A
path that I
was destined on to walk and I
refuse to wait for someone else to crown so I
named myself the
heavyweight CHAMPION If I
get knocked off I
will be back again Those who didn't BELEIVE I
closed my eyes and turned my back on them Speaking mediocrity don't understand like mandering, so if it ain't success man I
ain"t picking up or answering I'm the
one who put myself here I'm the
one who told the
devil fuck off it's only God I
fear I'm one who put the
stars into alignment, had a
Dream and then collided it with work and then I
named it perfect timing I'm the
one that Fell down, bounced back, relapsed, got lapped, reclassed but never fell off track Fighting demons in the
evening overnight while I
was cleaning $7.25 an hour was the
wage no cap I
am definition I
don't lack skill I
lack recognition I
don't have dreams I
have premonitions every single word I
spit is ammunition gassing on the
competition never break a
sweat this shit is practice like an exhibition Fuck permission I
ain't never asking I
don't need forgiveness that is weakness, only time I
bow is when I'm meeting Jesus That is genius So what you gonna say What you gonna do How are you gonna let a
janitor nigga outperform you I
came from the
bottom and I
swear I'm here to warn you Not everything I
do is destiny cause I
was born to Seek and disarm you Eat in regards to every single rapper verse meet the
straight partial on the
fucking mission that's comparable to Marshall It's Dax
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