grannies house

Wake up in the morning, shadows creeping in, Whispers in the darkness, where the secrets begin, Heart racing, mind pacing, caught up in the haze, Lost in the thoughts, like I'm trapped in a maze. Nightmares linger, but the dreams feel real, Ghosts of my past, man, they know how to steal, Sunrise breaking, but the light feels cold, Stories in my head, yeah, they’re waiting to be told. Echoes of the night, they still haunt my soul, Searching for the truth, but it’s taking its toll, Eyes wide open, but I’m still in a blur, Life’s a puzzle, and I’m missing the spur. Memories flash like a movie on repeat, Trying to find peace, but it’s hard to compete, Wake up in the morning, but the night's still near, Caught in the cycle, drowning in my fear. orWake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up quick, Come get me fast, Say he got somethings, On his mind to do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, I'm about to write some more, Hit that stage then tell them, Turn the lights down low, Open up my mouth, I heard the crowd scream go, We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, Yeah. ya