Misfit King

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)