Lyrics Angry Young Man - Oncue

Angry Young Man

He wakes up from his sleep
He’s sitting upright in bed
He’s gon' get up off his feet
He’s gon' smoke a cigarette instead
Haunted by the man he wants to be
And all the fucking books that he read
Shit man, cause even in his sleep
He hears the beat in his head
It keep on going and going, writing poems
And flows 'em, so he can finally feel
Like someone finally know him
More so long that told him he stands up on that podium
People say that he on, they better off try to blow him
You’re more likely to catch a man
Writing some letters and wearing a gold letterman
Some how they let him in
Never felt settled in
But truth be told the best just kept on peddling
Money has never been, one of his best of friends
Had to bleed for a dollar
But damn, he felt better than in recent memory
Shit, more than he ever did
Ain’t an even playing field but he gon' level it
One more cigarette
Just one more, yeah, to set me free
Baby, one more cigarette (yeah)
Just one more, so I can finally breathe
And I’m living out my window
I didn’t mean to go so R.I.C
Baby, we don’t even hardly smoke (no)
Just one more, please one more
And I swear it’s the last one
And I only need one more (oh yeah)
It’s the last one (It's the last one)
And I only need one more
And I swear, it’s the last one (oh yeah)
Timing and timing, it just keep on rewinding
All the days he’s missed his father piping a haystack to find him
What makes you strong don’t kill you
What about that (?) with linings
Made of silver mother fucker, you lying, stop lying
He tells his son to his face that there’s no cheddar
Claims he’s sober, but he grew to know better
That ain’t skepticism, that’s defense mechanisms doing they job
Now he’s worried if his pops was dead or cuffed by the cops
At one point or another he was a bun in the oven
His mama love him, he can’t shake the feeling she don’t trust him
He said to fuck in the clouds, maybe a dreamer or something
The other son his brother sadly the fucker disgusting
Got a heart of gold but drowns in the substance
Really loves his alcohol, might as well be rubbing
Snorting and puffin', cutting and dipping abandoned his children
All of this bullshit living under one building like
I hop up out the bed to all this fuckin' shit
That my intellect can let go with the short end of the stick
I’mma write my manifesto sometimes I feel sick
Think about the ones I let go just so I can live rich
Like that would solve all my problems and minus I’m not brolic
If you don’t see that I’m special you can choke upon a dick
Here it is I gotta pick, wake up with no regrets
Shit he put me to the test and I ain’t seen a day yet
Maureen I love your daughter but I turned into a martyr
Cause I got to move farther, please I hope it makes sense
How my life is so Arthur, tryna outsell the Carters
Limelight make me darker and soon I face him
Pay me to say I’m angry but angry is what they made me
This be the last time you play me, you motherfuckers can’t save me
Hate me but learn to pay me even if you think I’m crazy
Or maybe you wanna slay me accept the fact that you ain’t me (2X)