Lyrics At The Door - Marlon Craft

At The Door

Waitin' for my train of thought to leave Manhattan
It’s been in the tunnel, I’m tryna see the sun
Been through a lot of hard times tryna believe in actions
But not one ever felt like time for me to run
And I’m addicted to dopamine
And hopes and dreams
And folks I’ve seen
But feel like I speak a different language than everyone round me,
word to Portguese
They be like «Damn, bruh’s ill»
And I appreciate the kudos
Shit ain’t all sweet, gotta appreciate the glucose
It’s hard to stick togther with your team, we keep th glue close
We be feelin' down in my town, you can hear us play The Blue Note
And when it’s time to go I’mma ride out
I’ll be on the road, fuck a hideout
Even my darkest times, wouldn’t white out
Listen, this is mine now
I wish I could cry but I ain’t got nothin to cry bout homie
Shit, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me
I’ll be at the door
My life knock, knock, knock, knock
I feel my youth slip away
I ain’t mean it to end
I’m in a land where everything gotta be a means to an end
What you get to pick first?
The means or the end?
That sequence depends
And that’s a shitty diaper to be sittin in and givin' your life for the fight
to be brighter than what your nights were when you believe that they could end
And yet and still they can’t see we different but basially same
Like stopping that Essex v. Delancey, shit
The days and times of an impatient mind
As I look for now what I will later find
No bread just a body
Blood ain’t made of wine
Scary images above my shoulders in this frame of mind
But I’ll be ok with time
And when it’s time to go I’mma ride out
I’ll be on the road, fuck a hideout
Even my darkest times, wouldn’t white out
Listen, this is mine now
I wish I could cry but I ain’t got nothin' to cry bout homie
Shit, I just hope I die before my pride outgrow me
I’ll be at the door
My life knock, knock, knock, knock