the hour glass sand seepin out the crack my time is running out the little grains represent my past leaking out my soul, it’s coming up i might just have to blast i’m taking off and leaving everything behind, im carvin out my path gotta leave it all behind like ima finish last but that weak shit’ll never pass i’m to true for that, im too real for the faking the crown has been abused, its finally mine for the taking what is my fucking life, i need like 3 more awakenings cuz im started to see yall for who yall are and that anger gets me shaking that anger gets me boiled, ill crack ya shell just to show yall that ya soft they broke my confidence down, but i rebuilt it from that spot my soul will never rot, im not the same as yall phonies im cut from a different cloth it’s funny that they think that im washed when they the ones standing under the storm of all they thoughts they’re attention has been bought, i saw it from the start...