"Boxing My Shadow" as written by and Eaton/warsame/west....
It's like writing to the dead -- dear people: I don't know if you'll hear my last plea,
But somebody needs to be a little concerned about me.
It's like I'm standing on the edge of a high tower balcony,
and y'all are rooting me to jump, and nobody's stopping me,
It's like a drug-filled, rock and roll documentary, just wait and see 'til the world knows what's inside of me
'Cause you'll be sorry when I'm gone, and I'll be gone so very soon,
If the pressure on my diaphragm keeps persisting,
If the feds keep my brother stomping up and down prisons,
If you can't understand my offerings and deep mission,
And no label is willing to see my unique visions,
If metro housing keeps threatening my poor mother with eviction,
You'll be sorry (you'll be sorry) you'll be sorry,
If I stay so poor I can't afford my own medicine to cure my ulcer,
And get vexed at every rich person that walks past, that won't blast just yet,
I don't even have enough gas to pass the exit,
So don't laugh (don't laugh), I think a smile is a charity, but fuck, don't laugh,
My anger (resulting) from pressure (exhaustion) my boys be (orphans), my voice is (dissolvin'), I'm tired (I'm coughin'),
My daddy's (divorcin'), my momma (is hopin'), my eyes be (so open), for chances (I'm walkin'),
I'm walkin' and talkin', I'm boxin' my shadow

(I hate you) I hate this,
(I hate food) I won't eat,
(In case you) offend me,
(I wait you) so don't sleep
x4

It's like the possibility of making it in the industry is just around the corner now, is just about your ability,
But see, it's like an enigma; and insomniac singer,
A dream, a figment of your imagination, it seems,
It'll never be successful, please protect your neck before they squeeze
I'm your biggest hater (you suck) and even if you don't, you know your luck,
You'll prolly get run over by a truck before your first label meeting,
Meeting is the issue, you prick,
Yo, yo, you really make me sick; No, no, YOU make me sick,
I can't stand this argument, see, this is what happens when my mind starts to dwell, and my strength starts to fail,
And I get an anxiety (resulting), in panic attack (exhaustion), I might as well look (for a fence), my health is (dissolvin'),
I am tired (I'm coughin'), my wife is (divorcin'), my girlfriend (is hopin'), 'cause I gotta (so open), all of these niggas (are walkin'),
I'm walkin' and talkin', I'm boxin' my shadow,

(I hate you) I hate this,
(I hate food) I won't eat,
(In case you) offend me,
(I wait you) so don't sleep
x4

And now I sing about the poor, and I sing about the war,
And how can I not represent when I'm the most critically acclaimed, put most M.C.s to lyrical shame,
Get some, um, fame, and express my pain, and still keep this shit raw,
How can one person be so poor? Look at it, man you're better off (without me), I mean even I (doubt me), my own dreams (mock me),
Snickering and talk (about me), they want me to suffer (partly[?]), take my life around me (around me[?])
They got my boxing my own shadow!


(I hate you) I hate this,
(I hate food) I won't eat,
(In case you) offend me,
(I wait you) so don't sleep
x4

(I hate you)
(I hate food)
(In case you)
(I wait you)
x2


Lyrics submitted by Smayper

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