The Morning Process

Okay, the morning process, wake up, wake up We gotta wake up, wake up Can't hold the progress Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process I revel in the grotesque Off of the clouds, snap out, and I'm at home stressed Can't hold the progress Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process So I meddle with the process Off of the clouds, snap out, and I'm at home blessed Ey yo T, what's wrong with ya? Opposite of insomnia, eyelids heavy Passing out on the couch Write a rhyme and then I cross it out Fall asleep in my book, hush now, not a sound It's like a dream sequence when you flow Maybe from a classic movie scene that you quote Sinking in my chair like quick-sand Now I'm falling through the hour-glass Holding on with this hand An hour past, all I do was sit here I was reliving past days in the kitchen As a kid, looking up, grandma cooking lunch I wander to freezer to sneak out an ice pole Hiding in the garden, trying to dig a nice hole On the flower bed, red, purple, green stem, brown earth Got caught, laugh till my mouth hurt Now I'm a teen again, skipping class Up in McDonald's kinda lean again Eating poison, addicted in a slight way Might stray down the escalator, to the arcade Onto the pool-place, laugh with my friends I wanna stay here, it's too late Now I'm home alone in my humblest abode Working 46 hours a week, slumber, then I go Contouring the flows with my bro Harry (Love?) Let's catch up it's so overdue it's ridiculous Killing shows with Madnice and Fliptrix Sleeping in the back seat, watching lights in the distance On the road again, eyes starts close again Half-expected, like I'm a damn narcoleptic Damn Leaf, this beat's ill man, you blessed it Got me sleep writing, subconscious reflecting Looking in the mirror, see the face of my children Trying to live forever with the missus; stay building Life is a struggle, sometimes I stay ill man But waking up to the fam is a great feel Can't hold the progress Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process I revel in the grotesque Off of the clouds, snap out, and I'm at home stressed Can't hold the progress Still getting out of bed in the day's a slow process So I meddle with the process Off of the clouds, snap out, and I'm at home blessed The morning process! Wake up, wake up Gotta wake up, wake up