Now let me slow it down for you, so you can understand every word I’m spitting and feel the exact same emotions I felt the night when this was written, you can feel that I’m slipping, but fuck it I’m still living,
I’m still standing in the kitchen trying to paint a perfect picture, I’m still looking up to the sky wondering why, sometimes I’m still a wreck, because the nights are still dark, and even though He never answers I’m still writing letters to God, am I the same or am I fucking changed? Heeeuuuh,
guess I wanted more, I chased the fame, switched my game, changed the name, determined to change the game, traded the desk for the stage, all about show, first mistake,
I went against my nature, invested time in rapping liars, cause Ethics was prior, so where were the ethics in making Ethics? You’re a liar? Damn, all I ever wanted was being a ghostwriter,

Refrein

3 o’clock, I’m wide awake, it’s time to take another brake, fuck writing another Break, now it’s dawn, I’m moving on, paved the way, not to make ’em pay, just to much at stake, I prayed for a better day, and like an angel it came,
a spark in the dark, as if I was walking with God, defeated the odds, yeah I know, but now it’s time to go, go hard, and put my heart into it and do it, yeah from the start I knew it, only got to put my mind on it, fuck all who said I couldn’t do it, letter to heaven, letter to God, I wrote from the heart, from the start, all for me, not for you, from the beginning I knew what to do, letter by letter, wrote them letters, meditated in every letter, every night I tried to do better, peace of mind, my place in heaven, I fought the devils on a inner level, I drove ’em out, some epic battles, inner struggle, inner pain, good and evil, sun or rain, what you say? Didn’t get my name? Doesn’t matter, it’s all the same, why you think I do this for? The fortune and the fucking fame?