One Be Lo Follow

Last night it was dead
I feel asleep early
Woke up this morning
right side of the bed
The rest of the fam was asleep
I didn't want to wake them
I'm in the mood for making some music
And so I hit the basement
When it comes to writing this song
I'm not as patient
MOre like a doctor performing an operation
In this particular day
I'm hearing dope beats
The lyrics was steady coming
Combination so sweet
I'm not trying to eat
So I skip breakfast
I'm in the zone like Jordan
when the clock ticks seconds
two songs later, One Be Lo is getting hotter
Than thermometers and monitors
I'm just getting started
I hear the kids upstairs
they didn't even bother
to interrupt their father
Cause they know that I'm an artist
And I be working harder than most
I got a daughter to boast
They learn a lot, cause they follow me close
Still early, it's 10:30
I tried to call Majestic
His phone didn't ring
I didn't leave a message
I need to keep writing
So I didn't even stress it
I finished another record
I'm in Hip Hop Heaven

Record pace
I was running through the pages of my notepad
Excited but my heart ain't even racing
Progress I was making
in the best times
Working like I'm getting closer
to my deadline
I guess it's just another day in the life of One Be Lo
5 hours of work
an hour's worth of material
Like what I'm hearing
so I'm turning up the stereo
Neighbours usually complain
the noise was unbearable
But something about today was different
Everybody was doing their own thing
Can't wait to give'em this shit
I'm feeling so alive
Thank god for the blessing
Heart and soul of my profession
Give you Hip Hop Heaven

And now it's time to switch directions
I end the session
My young ones, usually by now
They're getting restless
I float upstairs
Their face is glued to the TV
I walked to the kitchen
Guess they didn't even see me
I wasn't even looking for a meal anyways
Kinda strange
Cause i didn't drink or eat all day
In the sound booth
Standing on my feet all day
I'm dead tired now
Maybe I should sleep all day
On my way to the room
I hear my lady on the phone
She moan, crying and dying inside
Feeling alone
Almost finished packing
Said she gotta get going
Need a change
and she can no longer live in this home
I stand looking confused
With boxes before me
I called her name three times
She only ignored me
She held a newspaper in her hands, it read
"Local rapper, One Be Lo, age 30, found dead"
I'm in Hip Hop heaven