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'ma write one more verse save it for last, chance like this could make or break my ass, Hit that stage as the lights dim low, Open up my mouth & heard the crowd scream go, We about to make it rapping, We about to make it happen, yeah! my pockets flattened , desperation's pray'n that my Passion can make this happen, cries blast'n from the mouth of a Cannon, pray'n to his Passion, a firey faith demand'n action, Cannon wasn't ask'n, nigga pray'n Christ, Jesus just as you is this my Passion, my last chance to even happen, I gotta make it rap'n...