*sorta inspired by Styles of beyond - easy back it*

woke up around the crack of dawn, the story begins to spawn,
jump in my ride, the town gotta get to the other side,
gotta thow it in neutral and get a rolling start, got no gas slowly creepin to the mini-mart,
my ride isnt a bentley on 22's, on my wages i cant even afford shoes,
mainstream rappers talkin bout this and that, who they killed with clips and gats,
they're not shootin at the emcee with no shoes, come against me and sing the blues,
always slept on never get publicity, i spit complicated rhymes with simplicity, i explicitly,
warn you to stay away from me, the eccentric emcee, still fightin the trees,
yelling at the stars, getting thrown out of bars, still creepin with no gas in the car,
everywhere i go its gotta be downhill, my stomach i cant even afford to fill,
i challenge god and he defeats me with silence, i resort to violence,
against my rhymebook paper, still trying to discover lifes caper,
i've never seen the devil nor god, still tryin to stir something up with my poking rod,
i hardly even sleep anymore theres just no point to it, steady working on rhymes to make me fluent,
blooshot eyes and always the same threads, sometimes i wonder whats going on in my head,
i answer a question and the answer asks another, people be acting like they my brother,
i dont live in the ghetto, i dont really flow, all i know, is that im an oridinary joe,
still creepin in my car downhill, still not spitting about platinum in the grill,
maybe im normal and your just eccentric, you never liked me before, get off my dick,
keep creeping downhill and get to the end, outta gas and outta friends,
just a broke rapper with no sense of direction, but after that trip my flow is perfection.