Crowded Section (Interlude)

Why they call u a poet, different conversation/

I turn my feelings into motivation/

Still pumpin like a gas station

How u skip the line and still end up waitin/

Damn..

I took a second just to think about it/

It ain’t as easy as how I dreamt it

Said I, want this for life but I barely meant it/

Ain’t with the fake smiles and the politicking/

Yea, I feel alone in a crowded section/