i am IRON BAG

its six thir-ty in the mornin
its six thir-ty in the mornin

aayo, my neighbors is awake cos they do cocaine
and yo i is awake cos i so insane
woke up at two thirty and couldnt back to sleepin
laid in my bed thinkin bout what i had been dreamin:
it was a strange one, bitch, i was in a coffeeshop
i was readin batman comics and my singin couldnt stop
i was listenin to headphones, i was singin all out loud
i was lovin up my comic book, i was singin like i proud
then this dude comes up and says “we can hear you.
everyone downstairs dont even wanna be near you.”
in the dream i was embarassed and when i awoken
i kept singin all my songs and the sleepies had all choken
i tried to go sleep but my songs is in my head!
i tried to tune em out but its like a baby aint been fed
all hungry all cryin all wantin to be heard
i got these rhymes inside and the angels know its word.