Marlon Craft - At The Door lyrics

Waitin' for my train of
Thought to leave Manhattan
It's been in the tunnel
I'm tryna see the sun
Been through a lot of hard times
Tryna believe in actions
But not one ever felt like
Time for me to run, yeah
And I'm addicted to dopamine
And hopes and dreams, and folks I've seen
But feel like I speak a different
Language than everyone 'round me
Word to Portuguese, yeah
They be like, "Damn, bruh's ill"
And I appreciate the kudos
Shit ain't all sweet
Got to appreciate thе glucose
It's hard to stick together with your tеam
We keep the glue close
We be feelin' down in my town
You can hear us play The Blue Note

And when it's time to go, I'ma ride out
I'll be on the road, fuck a hideout
Even my darkest times, wouldn't Wite-Out
Listen, this is mine now
I wish I could cry, but I
Ain't got nothin' to cry 'bout, homie
Shit, I just hope I die
Before my pride outgrow me
I'll be at the door
My life knock-knock-knock-knockin'

I feel my youth slip away
I ain't mean it to end
I'm in a land where everything gotta
Be a means to an end
Which you get to pick first?
The means or the end? That sequence depends
And that's a shitty diaper to be sittin' in
Givin' your life for the fight to be brighter
Than what your nights were when you
Believed that they could end
And yet, and still, they can't see how we
Different but basically same
Like stoppin' at Essex vs delancey, shit
The days and times of an impatient mind
As I look for now what I will later find
No bread, just a body
Blood ain't made of wine
Scary images above my shoulders in
This frame of mind
But I'll be okay with time

And when it's time to go, I'ma ride out
I'll be on the road, fuck a hideout
Even my darkest times, wouldn't Wite-Out
Listen, this is mine now
I wish I could cry, but I
Ain't got nothin' to cry 'bout, homie
Shit, I just hope I die
Before my pride outgrow me
I'll be at the door
My life knock-knock-knock-knockin'