"Waitin' 4 a Smile (Insomniac Chronicles)"

Verse 1:
All I need in life is some muhafuckin' peace, no worry on my mind
Don't wanna be another nigga holdin' on to a vice, gotta get up out my binds
All this insecurity, within impurity, second-guessin' an' rage combined
Immaturity, weak futurity; there's no surety I'll unwind
Oh yeah, e'rybody love to criticize, open up an' they'll just minimize
E'ry word, 'cause they can't empathize; in they eyes an' they still can't visualize
Realize, I won't be happy 'til I'm sittin' on a million
An' they won't be happy 'til I'm fuckin' out my feelin's
This world... is straight devoid of compassion for
It's fellow man, they straight avoid benevolent actions or
They patronize, not out of love, but out of pretentious pity
They feel good, lionized by selfish acts of giving
That false sense of caring, a facade most often worn
By the upper an' middle class, make you wish you had never been born
Abort! Abort! But it's far too late to get up out them dregs
Hold it down, in the trenches, 'til the time you can use ya' legs

Hook(x1):
I just gotta keep on pushin', you see what I'm workin' towards
Don't know what lies ahead, but I know what I'm lookin' for
I just wanna smile for once, can my bliss please be sincere?
I'm sick of bein' up all night, worryin' what I'm doin' here

Verse 2:
Fuck is wrong wit' me? Keep feelin' like I really need a MAC, strapped, tucked in on to me
Fuck's been done to me? Keep reelin' at the fact can't surpass e'ry fuckwit under me
Fuckin' ornery, gettin' mad at my raps, outclassed, that's just a summary
Fuckin' done wit' me, e'rybody from my past just laughs like "You're fuckin' old to me."
Fuckin' scoldin' me, could you - please please let a muhafucka breathe?
Fuckin' holdin' me, an' I hate bein' boxed in, just muhafuckin' leave
What you told to me, I will never in my life ever hold to it steadfastly
Exactly, even if I'm dead last -- you fools better tread aptly
I'll be forever goin' in, it's like a M-6-7 when I hold the pen/pin
So much dope within, can't hold it in; no goin' toe to toe, never boast again
Hope it's soakin' in, wrote this to be potent, enough when you quote it, see that I'm chosen
Somebody to be noticin', put me on ya' list as the coldest then
'Til I'm up here toast-a-in', my success, like I 'posed to been
Tryna be right, but I'm 'posed to sin, goin' for the gold wit' no soul up in
Waitin' for a smile, plenty hope within, on naysayers, ain't focusin'
But it's still of note that I'm focused in, on the prize, no bogus win

Hook(x2)