Oncue - Angry Young Man lyrics

He wakes up from his sleep
He's sitting upright in bed
He's gon' get up off his feet
He's gon' smoke a cigarette instead
Haunted by the man he wants to be
And all the fucking books that he read
Shit man, cause even in his sleep
He hears the beat in his head

It keep on going and going, writing poems
And flows 'em, so he can finally feel
Like someone finally know him
More so long that told him he
Stands up on that podium
People say that he on
They better off try to blow him
You're more likely to catch a man
Writing some letters and wearing
A gold letterman some how they let him in
Never felt settled in
But truth be told the best
Just kept on peddling money has never been
One of his best of friends
Had to bleed for a dollar but damn
He felt better than in recent memory
Shit, more than he ever did
Ain't an even playing field but
He gon' level it

One more cigarette
Just one more, yeah, to set me free
Baby, one more cigarette (yeah)
Just one more, so I can finally breathe
And I'm living out my window
I didn't mean to go so RIC
Baby, we don't even hardly smoke (no)
Just one more, please, one more
And I swear it's the last one

And I only need one more (oh yeah)
It's the last one (It's the last one)
And I only need one more
And I swear, it's the last one (oh yeah)

Timing and timing, it just keep on rewinding
All the days he's missed his father
Piping a haystack to find him
What makes you strong don't kill you
What about that with linings
Made of silver mother fucker, you lying
Stop lying he tells his son to his
Face that there's no cheddar
Claims he's sober, but he grew to know better
That ain't skepticism
That's defense mechanisms doing they job
Now he's worried if his pops was
Dead or cuffed by the cops
At one point or another he was
A bun in the oven his mama love him
He can't shake the feeling
She don't trust him
He said to fuck in the clouds
Maybe a dreamer or something
The other son his brother
Sadly the fucker disgusting
Got a heart of gold but
Drowns in the substance
Really loves his alcohol
Might as well be rubbing
Snorting and puffin'
Cutting and dipping abandoned his children
All of this bullshit living
Under one building like

I hop up out the bed to all this fuckin' shit
That my intellect can let go with
The short end of the stick
I'mma write my manifesto sometimes
I feel sick think about the ones I let go
Just so I can live rich
Like that would solve all my problems
And minus I'm not brolic
If you don't see that I'm special
You can choke upon a dick
Here it is I gotta pick
Wake up with no regrets
Shit he put me to the test and
I ain't seen a day yet
Maureen I love your daughter but
I turned into a martyr
Cause, I got to move farther, please
I hope it makes sense
How my life is so Arthur
Tryna outsell the Carters
Limelight make me darker and soon I face him
Pay me to say I'm angry but
Angry is what they made me
This be the last time you play me
You motherfuckers can't save me
Hate me but learn to pay me
Even if you think I'm crazy
Or maybe you wanna slay me accept
The fact that you ain't me