Sleeping Beauty

I use to gaze over streets and alley ways
writing rhymes waiting to go home on the J
For Yelawolf, Queens was a short state
2 years on the grind and the music barely paid.
I had to get back home cuz record deals denied me
so many people would listen in love but they were scared to drive me so.
Over and through the woods on a greyhound bus I go
(5G production dealer promises to hold?)
see thats 2000 boy U haul for I stuck
500 deposit in a parking way who know,
let not forget about food and diepers for the next 6 months
G on my MBC and im back in the slum
atleast I can make beats and practice some,
maybe someone will call me before a demo track to cut,
I dribble at the thought of using out of what I lust,
me being soaked inside this needle is a bust
the world will never know what truely lies beneath this man,
what power opposites with this pen in my hand
rather then to quit I just continue with this truth
(and its back down south and im bout to raise the roof?)