Everyday I stay in this room I feel the walls close in and slowly entomb My Soul between scenes of a bizarre film noir An endless comedy of terrors, n'est pas Everybody gets everything that they wanted I wanted a Mission and I wasn't disappointed This is merely the soundtrack of that condition Waiting for a Mission Back at the flat I log on and I face Junk mail and crap, on my screen, I tap erase And retrace my steps to the bar for a beer That turns into a night I don't remember don't care How I got home or to the hotel cell TIt's a chamber wherе I'm sent to dwell Between tours to thе peak condition Waiting for a Mission Do I have to dumb down my delivery and sound Surrounded by some clowns inevitably found Drowned in blingbling and ignorant thinking No wonder I pick a beer, started drinking In a sinking sphere of hopeless ideas Bring on the engineer To come and build the will to fulfill my vision Waiting for a Mission Street truck reverses, hear the beep beep Does it remind you of the tourbus where I sleep Smell the diesel and something more The hiss of hydrolics door as I party hardcore Before my bunk becomes a bed as the bus does ninety plus Back home, I can't adjust Between scenes, a mean condition Waiting for a Mission Collect the file, check the style set the dial, for the trial Load the lyrices, sweat a while Life of lyrics, lyrics for life Too old to change or rearrange my harddrive So much for live long and prosper I stick to living it live and surviving on the roster Keep it real and raw however poor, toujour Got what I asked for and coudn't ask for more Next ticket, next train or on the plane again There come a stream of gigs can drive some of the others insane Heard your name on a track way way back whats the fact? You buckled and fucked but me I never cracked They said they lead but when all said and done son I recall the rhyme before their time begun Ya styles be stolen, the flyboys rode in And steat whats real I feel 'em downloading Corroding the values of a real MC Come upon the microphone but you don't battle with me But don't digress from the facts of the matter Most of the crews in all dues, ain't never seen a real rapper Alotta time on the tourbus Mama, got playstation so mama don't fuss Too late to debate the state of my condition Waiting for a Mission
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