I’m Going Through Some Shit Lyrics

I scored an 'F' on standardized tests
I boarded a plane for Los Angeles
Mid flight I received your text:
Good luck, son, I hope you crash
I touched down at LAX
I needed a job I needed clean pants
Found no luck in finding work
But money is why they invited sex
I stayed at a boarding house on Sixth
A gray figure emerged from under the bed

He held my ear to his chin
He spoke in tongues but I could understand
You are your own man
No greater compliment to be found
You are your own man
Only pillar between heaven and ground