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This music grabbed my heart when I was just a little kid
so i'ma grab the cartridge out the rap 64 and smash it excuse me ( smash SFX)
i've had a slight change of passion but can you blame me?
I'm sick of rapping about rapping for the sake of rapping, see
no one can stand in that much shit and not puke or pass out from the smell of it
..sick of everybody fronting in they songs like they don't do it for the hell of it
..there's no telling kid.....so it's irrelevant
shit talk is cheap, so it shouldn't sell records
when it's all you breathe, you ain't reckless...
you're scared to reck your bubble, so you copy and you
paste 17 of the same songs on your set list
the very last thing in the world that that is is impressive
..trying to find a message, that's the benefit, of the doubt
that i've generous-ly allowed, to..
live in your favor...but alas...there's no fruit from your labor
just loops on your paper...save the oxygen
others could use the vapor..you could use a hater
with a mean right hook, maybe living crooked
good give you a better look, if you're not too shook
you might find a book, and like what's in the binding
feel so enlightened that at first it was blinding
at worst this verse is a poor example of writing
at best it's igniting a trail blazing through brain
it's amazing and painful at the same time when
you realize you're only alive when your falling
so keep falling...and standing, taller when you're back up, but
back up never, stand down only to learn what you missed
by thinking you were too fly be
down on the ground like the rest of us
I could've guessed it was, a bit too much
but i'm sick of side steps, and half truths I
just want to be honest with you, that's what gets it done
I don't smoke weed, but it's time to be blunt
a lot of us are just plain fucking dumb buying
into the system and what it wants us to become
so when I get stabbed on the train for my pen
I ain't gonna blame you, i'm gonna blame them
for luring weak minds, to the wrong end
of the spectrum, let dumb be dumb in a
way that doesn't hurt anyone, but that ain't
what they want...
so I get, the potential to be robbed by a crack addicted white kid
who made more money this morning than I did ( last week)
and all I did, was speak for knowledge
and live for love, but god fucking damnit
I guess that's not enough, now I've got to answer
to the bluff of a dumb fuck stuck behind the barrel
of a pumped up gun, shell in the chamber
he ain't a warm body with a mind and a soul
he's a shell of anger, I could yell in danger
but who is gonna help, this scared society
won't provide for me, anything more than a
peripheral view of the scene, a look away
and a shuffle along, i'm not their problem
my life not worth how far their fear has got them
so fuck em, cause i'm not them
all I need is what i've got, and what i've got is ten
seconds, to empty all my pockets, but by look
of him it could be four, he's skipping all odds and
even a few evens, believe you me i'm heavy
breathin.....having trouble seeing
beyond this moment, this is alive
and the realest i've felt in the longest time
…..
the only providing, me with anything
is the one robbing, me for everything
(x4 repeating under continuation of verse)
the feelings i've felt with the hearts i've melted
dealt a little sideways taking back roads
instead of highways, habits i've broken
led to hide aways, anxieties open minds
in unkind ways, a phase i'm hoping
will quickly dissipate and give way to greater good
this ain't the way, I meant to live, I could
do better I should forever,
if this ignorant mind with a gun aimed mine
would be so kind as to leave me alive
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