Verse 1:
Woke up early on my born day, 28, still I'm stressin
Yes in essence I'm still young, but my adolescence done
went from the battle tested son, to a father to be
Gotta protect my neck, not become a martyr to my seed
Can't be fighting with my past, losing sight of what I have
I tighten up my grasp music might move to last,
Priorities are changing, I'm debating what's gon happen
Found memories of the days that I spent rappin'
I was mackin' outta habit, bitches grabbing on my package
I'm an addict, seekin action, I'm attracting lots of baggage
I been slackin & erratic, fighting life becoming static
still do my best to manage, and to do the lesser damage
Not the baddest or the maddest, be the truest, no excuses
Got skeletons in closets next to toolkits and broomsticks
chewin on a toothpick while I'm sippin on a whiskey
Thinkin back on my youth, reminiscing like I'm six deep

Hook:
A thug changes, and love changes
And best friends become strangers

Verse 2:

Woke up early on a weekend, I got more life to live,
I got goals and aspirations to support my wife and kid
I got pure admiration for the future movin forward
Hardcore inspiration from a know it all poet
At times I'm repulsive, can't look into the mirror
And my thoughts only seem to get more crooked and weirder
I'm Wilkes Booth in Ford Theatre, making a killin taking shots
Love the way it makes me numb, I hate the feelings that I got
My memories are fading, my days are seeming numbered
I been poisoning my mind, everyday I'm seeming dumber
Manic patterns of wonder are keeping me from slumber
Dreaming of being younger, self sabotaging drunkard
On a path of destruction, dysfunction I can't escape
Fear I'm the problem here and not the master of my fate
Afraid of passing on my traits & the disaster I create
All I can do is mask my hate while I laugh at my mistakes

Hook

Verse 3:
Woke up late on a weeknight, feeling hype it's a blessing
If I die tonight, I'm still aight, grippin in a session
Yo sorry I'm so distant, need to lighten up my method
Come on too strong, competing more than likely ill tempered
I've never been the shepherd, I don't bother with the sheep
Grew up a fucking screw up, a monster on a beat
Spent my youth in the booth, I been conquering the dream
social deviant, mischievous war monger and a thief
Wake up to sober thoughts and I'm feelin totally lost
Last night I bet breathe could ignite a blow torch
Always gotta the be best, intense pressure on my chest
I put this shit on myself I need to lessen all my stress
Cope through liquor and sex, and then I repress my hopes
Anything I respect, i disconnect by jest and joke
And dissociate, detach til I'm numb and brainless
Like love changes, and Dave is fuckin shameless

Hook