This is a song about "Break of dawn"

You were right here all along

I slaughter people from dusk to dawn

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Who wish to break this dynasty of kings

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

It's like she got a kick out of tryna break his soul

Break bread with hostile grown ups, opposite of mental slowness

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Crack some jokes, and break the silence of sea,

But we should be body to body

And now these hoes are on my line

Since the dawn of my time

We freestyle battle opponents and make em break like pots of clay

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Suddenly woken by his mom at the crack of dawn but didn't give him any lip