going on a note

Wake 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. Wake up in the morning, sun peeking through the blinds, Coffee brewing dreams, I’m sifting through my mind, Streets alive with whispers, tales of hope and grind, Chillin' on the porch, let the world unwind. Thoughts flow like rivers, currents deep and wide, Navigating life, got my crew right by my side, Inhale the peace, exhale the stress I bide, Every moment treasured, let the past subside. Vision clear as crystal, see the path ahead, Grateful for the lessons, every tear I shed, Life’s a canvas painted, vibrant hues I spread, Stay grounded in the hustle, like roots of a thread. Melodies of morning, serenade the day, With every step I take, I’m paving out my way, Elevating spirits, in the chill I sway, Wake up in the morning, let the music play.