Hiphop beat 7
It was always about the music
I never meant to lead a life Intending to be the
Baddest or phatest of rappers I only meant to leave the life Of pretending to be different Than the rest of you bastards And look at me now
Just a classic example Caught up in the text Book binding of irony ...I don’t know what You were able all
To find in me
Pirated lifestyle
Off my brothers back
Picking up work shifts
Where all the others slack
Feel like a thief with
Heavy back pack
Disappointed in myself
But I guess that’s rap
There’s a lot I don’t get yet
And more I’ll never understand Picked up the plan
A little early in the game Expounded on it quick
As I could stand now I’ll
Never be the same man Understand that?
Well that’s easy to grasp There’s truth intertwined with The lies anyone of the blind
Will tall tell you
That you’ll only see once Whittled down to the end of Your wits sparking a cracked bic To burn the last fuse attached To the last few in
Your last pack of wicks
And that happens too quick-ly But quicker than that is when
The masses start quitting Falling off the track Tripping onto a new path Full of cracks and traps And holes in its theory But those are out of sight Plus it’s easier at first
So it feels like a reward
For doing something right Feel like a god with
A needle in your veins
Like a better version of your Self approaches
When you get that powder In your nose kid
I was blind before now
My mind is open They can see that but
They never seem to notice As is closes
Slow in the beginning
Till it slams and it locks
And there’s no light in there Placed a hand on their chest
There’s no fight left in here It was always about the music
He was popping pills When he was only 13 Now he rolls with a filthy Rat pack of fiends
Now deaf lead their blind But once upon a time We were like minded Individuals
Now we stand divided As reciprocals
But maybe he’s happier Than I am at least
For the time being I stand Feeling like a less than me
He carries a cross
And with it no guilt, pain
Or strain on his conscience
For pain that he’s caused But I don’t need a new belief
Just fresh breath to breathe And a recipe to finally
Get some rest in peace
He handed me a capsule
You can sleep with these Be the king of the castle In your god like dreams
I handed him the pills
Proceeded to pedal passed him
I love the pain that kills
But never stopped to ask him
How it’s come to feel
And if he remembers passion
What it was like when it would
Reach down and touch your shoulder Every time I shook his hand
His limp grip got colder
He’d have seen his darkness
If he could find a mirror
It’s not like he was heartless
He just couldn’t hear her
He lost the music
Even his ear drums
Forgot how use it
Another year sums
Up to downright abusive
Another tear runs
Down wipes the illusion
That thought weighs tons
So he hides from that boulder In the side of a mountain Made of bricks and mortar
In the walls surrounding
In the corner of the place
With both the windows covered This man is a disgrace
Locked his soul in the cubert Looks like another binge
His position is fetal
Harboring a syringe
With a single inch needle
A been burning candle
Half melted stuck to
The dusty wooden floor next To a hot spoon running
Parallel to the panels
His buddy’s pretty busy
At the box flipping channels Didn’t notice that his
Cold grip didn’t hold the needle Didn’t notice that his
Rigor mortis stricken fist Wouldn’t let it slip
Didn’t notice the foam
That was dripping from his lip Didn’t hear the last words
That he chose to spit
It was always about the music (x4)