it's late-night and I can't sleep, my demons trying to intervene, I'm stronger then most have seen, tired of feeling like a crashed scene, I invision , my visions, coming through when I get my time in, come to grips, I've been through some shit, that could of left me damaged, . won't sell my soul for a piece of gold, . getting it out the, dirt im like a hidden stone, pretty soon you'll know my worth, just give it some time they say that i age like wine, waiting to be the one on the stages, just give it some time, trying to make a name out of the gate, no more waiting inline, I'm shooting my shot like a cocked 9, from the 3 line, and it swishes everytime, split the swisher break down pines, just to try to ease my mind, . .