I'm a misfit king
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I can't sleep, I think I hear death calling
I see demons as if my eyelids are hornets
I verse my dreams, I guess that makes me an artist
The Earth is the devil's machine, assorted TARDIS
So my word bleeds when my thoughts get dark
Is that what come possessed, start to feedin' these monsters
But it ain't me, it's just my demons have problems
And I don't know if I'm seeing Lost Gardens, I bliss
Promise but I'ma keep my eyes on it
And leave each day like I'ma dyin' in the next morning
Self reign, all of my niggas stay sovereign
Electrified lifestyles with no charges
Born allergist to gray-haired kids
But livin' in half of shadow like a lazy eclipse
Friends with the dead, ghost on each corner
They beg for one more bottle and one more sip
Shoutout to misfit king
Shoutout to misfit king
I'm a misfit king
I'm a misfit king
Shoutout to misfit king
Shoutout to misfit king
I'm a misfit king
I'm a misfit king
I know why the cave burns sins
I know why Jamaicans kiss their teeth
I know why the SWAT team never smiles
While the cold cuts cut was deep
I know why the Harlem junk is not
I know why the poison taste so sweet
I know why the gunshots bark at night
But they still love in the streets
I've been a dropout, a hustler, a lust of the streets
Suspense of king of pain, I've been a thief for the prince
Seen death, felt bullets going 'round my own head
I've been bi butt police, I've been locked up and left
I've been kicked out of school, been jumped on skinheads
I've been healed in a drug dealer's house, yeah, yeah (shh)
Bar room fights, parking lot wars
I was sent to the bad kids' school in New York
I was just 15 with drone man thoughts
Too smart for my teachers, to a highlight playing sports
A-kids were puff pro-west, we did school like jump rope
But then ain't been back since
Leveled stress, I guess you wanna tough kids
A backyard switches with bailiffs who use fists
I've been beaten up in my face and in chest, if I lie
I'm the class clown in the back with the black eye
With a fast-type criminal in mind, it doesn't care
And girls who used to diss me and be like, "He's weird!"
But I'm prepared for every living hell of man's been in a
Have very few fears and daydream for the living
I hit the world spinnin', I was born sinnin'
In a house with Jamaicans havin' poppa games in
The cops used to visit, they get cold stares
They're looking for my uncle, we be like, "Uncle ain't here"
Cold beer, gray-haired kid, smoking marijuana
Drinking all the house's liquor leaving water in the bottles
My life story like a bestseller novel
I've seen young minds ooze from heads 'til they hollow
And live and die by the code that I follow
Yesterday is over and there may be no tomorrow
So right now when I'm doing my thing
My life story got a title, is the "Misfit King"
I'm a misfit king
I'm a misfit king (king, king, king, king)