Fire In The Booth Pt1

Yeah yeah this one's like an open diary
Get in my feelings for this one
Fire in the booth yah listen

I noticed that you didn't notice
I was focussed when you didn't focus
I ain't married but I'm still a Joseph
Had to part ways with my
Bitch cuz she cheated so I pulled the Moses
Seperated sanity from psychosis
Diagnosis, heartbroken story of a dying poet
Transgressions from my past agressions
I learned a lesson and Imma add a lesson
Not to trust a bitch or my
Dog if there was a difference (yeah uh)
Anger inside, where it always resides
Charlie Sloth let me cry on this mic
Dying to live or living to die?
Two questions that I ask myself before
I fall asleep at night
I'm an artist so my pain
Is a prosperity for others
So I'm forced to turn this
Darkness into people's light
But the weight is getting heavy
And at this rate (uh)
It has me contemplating suicide so it's a
Different day, same book, different page
Different people I don't even know they names
In a different city, on a different stage
Rapping words that I used to
Write when I was underpaid
Yeah I'm getting old but I'm
Stuck in my old ways running from the cops
Going back to my old days
Try to cut me off, back on my road rage
These people ain't loyal
So who am I trying to impress?
How can I love somebody else
If I don't love myself
How can I sign if I'm trying to
Save lifes and all the label
Wants to do is take my shit
And put it on that shelf
Why don't depression have an off switch?
Why can't I find a bitch to ball with?
Why everybody wanna talk shit?
Smiled in my face, stabbed me in the back
Do whatever it takes to put me in the coffin
And often i think about the consequences
Are they real or are they comprehensive?
Will I ever make it into heaven?
Will my music turn into a weapon?
Will I ever get an answer
To a fucking question?
Will I ever finish first to
Have to settle second?
Will I ever be blessed or
Will I be the blessing?
Do I have to sell my soul
Just to have a presence?
If I die right now will I be remembered?
So I take a sip, pop a perc
Why? because they help me work
Having conversations with the devil
Never ease the hurt
Having trouble calculating
Finding what I'm really worth
Post a pic, 50K likes if I don't got a shirt
Bitches in the DM
I don't see 'em unless they finna twerk
Bring 'em to the crib, dick 'em down
Pussy in the hearse
All this fucking fame but it
Really feels like a curse i don't even know
So let me finish my diary off strong
Couple minutes I hope it ain't too long
Only way I know to deal with the pain
Is to take it and disperse into songs
Man I really fucking hope that
I can write my raws
Man I hope fire in the booth puts me on
Man I feel so weak but
This shit makes me strong it's Dax

This is for everybody out there
Who has a dream man it's dax

I gave up hooping for these rapping ways
I told my momma we’d see better days
I’m going hard like when I masturbate
I guess I never passed the age
I remember days I didn’t pray and now I’m on
My knees that shit was just a phase
I garnered fame but I ain't never changed
They say I’m humble but they didn’t know
I’m staring death right in the face
Forcing me to calculate think bout
Every move I make
They could never take me I’m
A guardian of heavens gate
Now I’m here captivate
Moving at a rapid pace
Nothing into something now it’s Dax
The one they can’t erase
Seperating fame from actuality I
Navigate while moving through
A see pessimistic people that are fake
Imitate, innovate, educate, infiltrate
Separate, segregate, all just to accelerate
A path that I was destined on to
Walk and I refuse to wait
For someone else to crown so I
Named myself the heavyweight champion
If I get knocked off I will be back again
Those who didn’t believe I closed my eyes
And turned my back on them
Speaking mediocrity don’t understand
Like Manderin so if it ain't success man I
Ain't picking up or answering
I'm the one who put myself here
I’m the one who told the devil fuck
Off it’s only God I fear
I’m one who put the stars into alignment
Had a Dream and then collided it with work
And then I named it perfect timing
I’m the one that fell down
Bounced back, relapsed, got lapped
Reclassed but never fell off track
Fighting demons in the evening overnight
While I was sleeping
$725 an hour was the wage no cap
I am definition I don’t lack
Skill I lack recognition
I don’t have dreams I have premonitions
Every single word I spit is ammunition
Gassing on the competition
Never break a sweat this shit
Is practice like an exhibition
Fuck permission I ain't never asking
I don't need forgiveness that is weakness
Only time I bow is when I'm meeting Jesus
That is genius so what you gonna say
What you gonna do how are you gonna let a
Janitor nigga outperform you
I came from the bottom and I
Swear I'm here to warn you
Not everything I do is destiny
Cause I was born to seek and disarm you
Eat in regards to every single rapper
Verse meet the straight partial
On the fucking mission that's
Comparable to Marshall it's Dax