Every dog'll have his day, and I'm awaiting mine
Me and other young dreamers, see us wait in lines
Scheming to be stealing your watch, see I'm taking time
So that maybe one year you will pay me mind,
I came a long way from reciting all the jay-z rhymes
Back when my black pen tried to get me maybe signed
To a major, as a minor, but crazy shine
Aint worth being chained for your daily grind…

I changed deals, stayed real, stayed true
My grandmother was a maid and she made do,
So her grandson, won't imagine a mansion,
I had a thousand of my raps sung, before I was paid to
Tried to write stories, never got past page two,
Tried to find glory, never got that phrase too,
Settled fights with my words, I never had my face bruised
And know how this game works, I learned how to break rules

I met those who told me I would never rap,
So I give you this gift, in the present track,
Somebody probably looking for their blessings back
I guess I have a lot of them, even though the pressure stacks
These are precious tracks, valuable as treasure maps
Every ex, that crossed me off, you aint getting jack,
I'm on the road like Kerouac, well relaxed to the sound
Of this very sax, no regrets at last


(chorus)


Rappers have imaginary friends,
Driving their imaginary benz,
Vanishing like magic, when the cash you carry ends,
Now what about the time that you really haven't spent
In real life, too busy with career hype
Talking about bitches, now you wish had a real wife,
This atmosphere can be kinda poisonous,
Every man for himself, whose voice to trust?

Mine is hardly pitch perfect,
I ballin', I ain't selling, I don't pitch perfect
The one thing to ever make this risk worth it,
Is the changing of a life, in like six verses
A bit nervous, and still afraid of heights,
Made mistakes, with my pen, I would make them write,
I don't need my name in lights,
But I wanna be the unknown boy , that you actually came to like