MIGHT DIG IN THE CRATE

You know I be smoking the roach
So you wanna darker approach
All of those demons
You know you can’t bury a ghost
Clings to your mental like tongue on ice-posts
Sometimes I sit in the booth having panic attacks
If I never reach the level I know that I’m at
After all of these years breaking my back
Devoting my all to making these tracks
I been broke like you fucks never been
Rock bottom is something you cunts ain’t ever seen
You couldn’t taste it thru the strength of your lean
You follow the trends, I follow my dreams
I come from the struggle, the waste, dirt, pinholes and the rubble
I come from nothing, I come with no class
But I’m sure as fuck in a battle I’m killing your ass
Cus I give it my all, passion on my knees I will crawl
Thru the smoke I will brawl
You won’t ever see Scrupulous fall
Cus this music means more than life in itself cus without it catatonics my health
I doubt I can take the humiliation
Of being another number
Giving nothing to my child and my baby mother
Cus I ain’t got the strength to do what I hate
All I know is I’ve a dream
I’ve had signs it was fate
And if I am wrong
And the time is too late
I embarrass myself
Might dig in the crate
Disappear, hiding my face
Nobody hears another word, not a taste
Scrupman at 23 and his family gone without a trace

And if I gotta go there
Deep in outer space
If I gotta there
Leave without a trace
If I gotta there
Know that I’m not phased
If I gotta go there
Gotta go there
Deep in outer space