Everynight
Instagram feed bad bitches on my timeline
Twerking while I'm working on my future it's a fine line
Between reality and fiction
The hood nigga in me feeds the salary addiction
Mappin out the mission, A nigga gettin older
I ain't tryna have regrets when it's over, think I should roll up
And take a trip down the rabbit hole where I ain't been
Buying in, tryna ease the pain of my crying pen
Used to blow it down stopped cuz it magnified my sins
Nine to fiving it, tryna make it using common sense
So out of thin air I'm pulling consonants, vowels
I'm imagining a crowd spanning continents
That's the state of mind I'm in
Though I feel I'm the underdog like Lebron and them, we synonymous
Tryna make my mark up in this rap world post apocalypse
Dominant though it's obvious I seen a lot of shit
They tried to box me in I'm almost positive
But T became the Phoenix it's a wrap when I rise again
Cuz I ain't never wit the trends in fact I'm always opposite
That's a statement wit the collar flip
Being honest wit myself, asking hard questions
Learning both large and small lessons, seeking God's message
And so I listen more and talk less than I probably should
A kid's dream, to make a livelihood off of words that he wrote became a man's medicine
Slash therapist, black excellence
This another page of my testament before the exodus
Heaven sent, the new genesis where the essence is
Direct from the source to you and yours, can't nobody tell my story like me but there's so many like me
Who'd rather dream but gotta think ahead
Tryna still contribute to the culture, same time keep they people fed
The space where real life and bigger dreams met...Yeah
This is going through my mind Every Night...
Writer/s: Terron Calmese