"I let these words flow out, like water from a spout. Like rain from the clouds, rush the pain from the crowds. Cause these words go deep, from my soul when I speak. Then the flows hit the souls of all those that I've reached. If I die 'fore I wake, hope my songs live on. Will they miss me when I'm gone, and if so for how long? So much shit is on my brain, try hard to maintain. Sit and analyze my thoughts, at times I wonder if I'm sane. Man it's hard to trust friends, when the paranoia blends. With the marijuana, wonder will this high ever end. Swear I'd never smoke again. Yall niggas blow the weed, let me take another shot man this liquor's all I need. Just to put me in a zone. So far away from home. Nobody truly know me, got me feeling so alone. They wonder what's on my mind, what's lingering in my dome. I tell 'em ain't nothing wrong, I deal with it on my own, I deal with it on my own." - J. Cole (Welcome)