After Hours

Then I blend right in with the crowd. I wanna go home. And I don’t even know. Where that is anymore? Everything so temporary When I blend right in with the crowd. With the crowd. Where’s your crown? Somewhere uptown. Back where we left off. And it hasn’t been found. It’s not perfect but. It’s our own thing. Everybody just// Love it here where we come to not give a fuck// Where they might not know your name but they know ya// In this world it’s about 4-5 personas// Strong ones & weak ones. Type A to Type B. Some days I’m all them. Waiting for they downfall// Until you show and prove then the encore// The energy of a monster I need a sponser// Then it’s back to square one. I could use some air// —A pair Jordan’s used to do the trick. Now the only smoke and mirrors is the Buddha// Trying to get a gripe cause feel it looser// Why this shit ain’t on the news; I don’t know all the networks are the same// At 2AM I got a lot to say still. The most stable thing in my life// Is the table in this after hours spot but it taken we’ll// Like a story untitled. Let’s forgo the name// You know lables are last year. Still pay my dues// Plus taxes in New York — Once you walk in these shoes// Add some views on my YouTube. Bring some value to this// Conversation — compensation paid by the word// Got stenographers hating I’m; dropping those tapes then// For niggas that was just short of Penn State but couldn’t miss the State Pen// The Products of My Environment and the placement I’m escaping// Cause the block was always live and you wouldn’t miss a taping// That’s why some of us gotta date with// —Our makers or the warden you don’t gotta say shit// Broad-day. You know how mufuckas act like it’s Broadway// You put your “all day” on// See you at the crossroads; depending on the hallways you on//