Don't Hit Snooze

Damn I guess it's one of those days, huh? Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, I don't like the TV on I gotta get up Ahhh, I'm tired You wake up You wash your face And-and, and Face the day Wow, you look great You missed a call It's your dad You get a text It made you mad You delete that, now it's in the trash  Plus besides that you been healing your soul But it's a fact your shoulder been cold It's a hot day you still turn on the stove Put the percolator on, you need that coffee Reminisce about some shit that made you feel like a softy But you a big dawg, ya lockjaw like a pit Used to be insecure, but now you know you the shit You manifested and drift I see you been using your gift  You didn't know where you fit But you knew you had places to go Age don't matter no mo'  You pour the coffee in the cup, and you take a big sip Today is Saturday, and you a free bitch Then you think about a chick who turned you down  But you don't even trip, rejection is growth Your reactions to it are gold Your introspection bless you tenfold  The birth of your conception is bold  Now somebody knock at the door You get distracted, you look through the peephole Ah shit, it's your neighbor Mr. asshole need a favor A dolla', a meal, his ego versus your labor The day is callin', so you gotta go You put on a shirt, but you used to wear a skirt And when I was five, and then I turned six I used to rap (performing and shit) Then you got scared, the eyes was on you You faced your fears, now you move how you want to  Now you move how you want to That mean I Do what I want to