Who You Really Are

I am up here writing where I can not see a thing Don't know about the future I cant judge anything All this music I’ve got up is so overwhelming Please let me me take a break before I get to that yelling Why do I not understand what music does for me Look on all around and then u suddenly will see Somethin’ else is goin on up inside my head Grindin’ on the microphone until the day that I’ll be dead I doint care what anyone says about my Tracks When we up here cookin’ they just think they’re very wack They dont understand the plan that Gods got for my life Goin’ Places see people put up that fight Do these people understand how hard it is to cook If not then we certainly must open up that book We got recipes up in this great junkyard All you need to do is find out who you really are I am up here writing where i can not see a thing Dont’ know about the future i cant judge anything All this music I’ve got up is so overwhelming Please let me me take a break before i get to that yelling When did everyone start ever, ever, ever yelling I am not the kind of guy that wants to be yelled at When did all this start Why won’t all it end Turn your life around before you die all in your sin