I woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning for a reason
not to hate not to worry not to take.
I woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning,
because I didn't want to be late.
Because the time doesn't pause, and the sun doesn't have the choice to shine
I have to hurry to that school before the sunlight hits my eyes
The view is beautiful, and the sun arises
Stop writing this poem. Please, you don't have much time left
As I clear up my face and sit down to eat
I rapidly reach for the stars that's trying to battle me. My mind is a factory raping so accurately, and I aim to hit every goal that's in my accuracy and everything is laid out. Everything is a factory, a factor of pure blasphemy, and if anything, takles me, I'll pray to the Lord, the act of me, and let these niggas battle me and if they fuck with the wrong nigga like me yeah they after me imma cut, slice, words, sharp as a knife they have to be, if I wake up at six in the morning I ain't letting nothing shackle me
Happily.
