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Re-Introductions Aren't Necessary But Fuck It
Verse 1:
It starts with a yes y'all that call from Kid Creole
shouted lethal from the lido deck, cassette steelo
walking to my own beat, hawkish by my lonely
cautious 'cause I don't need to walk into some folks, keep
mawkish less they know me, chock it up to flows, beats
barking in my phones, heat, balking cause i'm only
trying to respect the speaker speaking talking to my soul, feet
stalking 'til the tape pops then squawking on my own
present day, led astray thoughts within the dome keep
creeping to the surface, worthless, faulty to the bone, teeth
coffee breaks the cold sleep, not scrawny though I don't eat,
a caution goes to those peops that want to get to know me
I'm lost within my home, leave, been awful to my homies
lofty goals that lost control, tossed into the cold, weak
when I get to speaking, talking for whole weeks
only faithful to my lack of faith, regret it 'til i pass away
said it 'cause I had to say the lessons in the passion play
the proof is in the pudding and my truth is in the cabaret
best me's on stage no masks within my masquerade
the castle's fit for bastards, save the laughter for a latter day
I hassle rap to mastered, pave the path to save my ass, and gain
a meaning to the pain i've caused or grafted to their fashion plates
promise to make you proud, keep pounding at these crashing waves
and be a light before you scatter ashes at my massive wake
Hook:
And now they're looking at the shards
Verse 2:
A sixth sense of fire inspired by intense fits drenched
by emotion, promoted with fists clenched
a smile 'cross the face disguises the kid's fence
thats hiding the disgrace, the mire, the six pence
I dig into my pocket all my money is spent
a third goes to taxes, a third for the rent
a sixth for the lights and liquor to hide the pain
a sixth for a shirt and a tie to hide the stains
some people sit with looks of surprise like "Why hit stage?"
the same that take a look in the sky like "Why does it rain?"
I'll tell you why. . . to deny it is strange
it throws a soul and Sun off that can't shine everyday
I sit before the listener, fractured old bastard
trying to redeem the cold side of my state
I spit to serve humanity, whats left of friends and family
from ash of burning bridges and this mess that i've made
Hook:
And now they're looking at the shards
(My name is Sketch)
Verse 3:
tha cataclysm, wisdom's usage fluctuating and i'm
bloodying knuckles from beating myself up, all of my sentence punctuated with an
asterisk, if asked I quip "Yes I've done it", i've become acquainted with a
series of bad habits, I need to let go of to grow and to focus my actions the hopes when my. . .
path ends, I'll have happened across the right track to cast the light upon
and have become an upstanding citizen, an example of a righted wrong
that kept writing songs, pushed it right along, forward 'cause he might have gone
off but paused, fought it off, standing tall like the mantle that the mics up on
substance less less the liquor, the caffeine, and bad dreams mixture
that has me, the track fiend, picture of passion, that rap's mean, quicker
than last seen or desired, pasture of life laughter, the fire captured
rapture masked fighter that writes with his past mired in wrath, backwards, crass, the indie rapper
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If (The Possibilities)
03:46
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If (the possibilities)
Verse 1:
I would be in love if I knew when I was falling
God would love me if I knew what to call him
I would love fighting if I didn't hate brawling
I would call females ladies if the chickens stopped calling
I'd be on the fast track if my car would stop stalling
I would be a player if I ain't travel when i'm balling
Rhymes would be phat if I ain't eat just ramen
Find solutions to my problems if I searched for the solvent
If I couldn't find wallet, I would still find solace
I'd be big in hip-hop if I was Chris Wallace
And I ain't 'cause i'm not, if I was a shaman
My medicine would be words, if I had drama
I'd leave the channel turned, if I didn't have a comma
I'd pause to appreciate the periods of my saga
Like a moment of silence, if I was standing at the cliff
I'd leap at clouds of possibility. . . if
Hook:
I would have been, I could have been
I should have been, I will
Millions of directions to which one could build
Can't see beyond the curtain if you don't like past the sill
Question possibles and watch the probables fulfill
Verse 2:
If I didn't spit bars, I'd be locked behind them
I would tie the knot if I had someone to bind it
I would see my future if I wasn't so blinded
I would be dead or mute if you had seen me not rhyming
I would drop jewels if I got caught stealing diamonds
So I drop knowledge instead, hope you catch it if you find it
I wouldn't be Sketch if I didn't bug mindless
I wouldn't grow old if my music was timeless
I would travel the world and see the islands
If ghettos weren't everywhere, if I could find kindness
I would pass tests if they were for AIDS and not science
I would be heard if I was as loud as silence
The youth would prevail if we weren't so violent
I would keep relationships if I just stayed quiet
but I wouldn't be happy, if I was standing at the cliff
I'd leap at clouds of possibility. . . if
Hook
Verse 3:
If I knew the meaning of life, I'd expose the secret
I would fuck up beats if I opposed the sequence
I would have a hardened heart if I was thrown in cement
Half the world would hate themselves if they knew what deceit meant
Wouldn't be ill if I'd just go with treatment
I'd awaken many people if they'd just stop sleeping
Mind would be at ease if I would just stop screaming
I'd allow myself to breathe if I'd just stop squeezing
I would fall to demons, if I didn't love reading
I would have a lot of seedlings if I never blocked semen
See a lot of cops scheming if I'm out on the weekend
If I didn't see their treason then i wouldn't be a Rican
I would be an atheist if I believed their teachings
I would stop speaking if hip-hop being
Either that or I'd sing like Sinatra and keep eating
I would if I could but I can't so I'm leaving
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Verse 1:
I keep thinking "I gotta. . . "
wake up to breaks in my brain "gotta" drop em
hear a few keys "gotta" chop em
even if I miss a few meals like I ain't want em
stomach growling, but i'm pounding
pads on my MP. . . I "gotta" problem
supposed to be working but i'm writing
hanging at the dealership, rhyming/test-driving
customers don't want to hear it
argue with my girl 'cause of something in my lyrics
she said i'm "fucking with her hopes"
I told her "hold up. . . I just missed another quote"
now I "gotta" rewind it back in find it
waste away my life in a mine for diamond
digging with my pen 'tween the lines to
top it with my nonsense to convince them that its timeless
too old to think i'll own my housing
spent every cent I got pressing up an album so I
rock in other states without a dollar
its a problem man. . . I know that I "gotta" just
Hook:
Get over you
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Beware! Witness!
02:01
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Quality follows me commonly stopping these mockeries
sovereignly gobble and swallow these novelty hobble kneed comedies
Father them consciously honestly I am the prophecy
Cocky? please, cock and squeeze, verses in quantities drop them in colonies
Countering progress are columns of comments
of wanting me to cop a plea shit. . . ain't no stopping me when
promising progress I got it, acknowledge the college's hottest
and lava lipped ominous prophet of prominence, i'm a just
box all the comp with just verses and common sense comma then
follow my conscience until my death or til i'm out of breath
out of line out of step out of mind out of sweat
out of rhymes never that bottom line's I'm divine in my prime getting back
on to it gone through it aught to spit verses with confidence
truest speech fluid heat booming beats working in confluence
Truthfully truantcom- munity's bursting from progress missed
Deny it, eyeing it, buying discs soon as their conscience hits
. . . Confidence obvious popping esophagus
dropping the novice kids popping shit watch how the topics switched
After this ravenous rapping attack enters factions retract
or attach to the sack of the cat that is just flapping his
Gums. . . tap and then pump. . . the traffic will come
automatic, spit gassing them, after that run
their minds dumb and blind come alive from the rhymes
spoke. . . what if I choke. . never
Forever be better then yester' forget all the cheddar and
Measure with sentences present and peppered with cleverness
Bet on the member of wetting with letters with
Sketch in the center its never December forget whatever weather is
and whether or not the session i'm left in is hot the temperature
bends to my efforts I'm pressing the second it drops
Hop scotch the rhythm and shot clock
Stop watch the venomous rocks drops, the minimum's
getting them, enters the second the pendulum swings
and ending the bed-a-lam when they come testing the hefty one sings,
forget all them bums, i'm second to none, the second I bust,
impressing the sum, from desk to the slums
Top to the bottom, yes I got em, i'm a problem
That many have attempted, tried to figure out and solve it
Solutions draw conclusions that are absent from the solvent
cause I splash syllables across the beat like its Pollock
With this vintage hitlist of bare britches
Rare quips which whip kids, blared over snares kicks and
bear fixings of aired mixes, sick shit, this kids there. . . vicious. . .
Beware! Witness
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5. |
To Whom
02:25
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I ain’t one to joke with
40 verses out before you toke and the smoke hits
Sad bastard, now stuttered, no focus
Never been clever, you’re hopeless, with them broke lips
Choking their way through a free on your broke mix
Nodding through your 16 and begging for a coke binge
Oh the tragedies that raps produced
No talent addict rapping hiding in a swagger suit
And just think nowadays they’re mass-produced
A nation of drooling fools, a who’s who of laughables
And now its even faster with the broadband
Mp3’s pushed by the board to award stands
A whore’s land, airwaves in an idiot’s ward’s hands
The conscious to the wayside and only dealt the flawed hand
Aww man don’t get me started on the bullshit
Mr. begging-for-a-12-step has got me on the pulpit
First rule: don’t know shit, don’t pull shit
Keep that trigger silent, keep a steady balance
No amount of trees is ever subbing for the talent
No amount of syrup’s ever made a junkie valid
Put us on the table, minus label and the dollars
For promotion, have consumers go and take the pepsi challenge
9 out of 10 are going with the man here
So stand clear, sit and shut your mouth or sip a damn beer
Matter of fact sleep it off ‘til tomorrow
Wake and catch a buzz off of drowning in your sorrow
A sobering reality, the royalties from bar codes
Swiped after re-coup ain’t covering your car loan
Never mind the food, clothes, and casket
You sniffed away the rainy day you’re hiding in your mattress
Last wits; put some spinners on that bad trip
Auto-tune that sad lisp from lips you kiss your dad with
Won’t cover up the cuffs on your wack wrists
Realize the label check won’t make it to your last bid
Last wish, last slumber, last rung
Made my goal in life to break you down to your last crumb
Now isn’t that amazing
A weak man’s defense is simply hollering I’m hating
Or that I might desire your position on the stages
or the tax bracket addicts of your status have played in
Pondering. . . no thanks i'm fine
i'd rather leave a crowd with inspiration in their minds
tearing down a stage and leaving memories behind
exiting with gas money and a little peace of mind
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7. |
Love Is
04:34
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Verse 1:
You light the path with your presence soon as I arrive
You conjure smiles with fake grins, locking eyes
You hold me close squeezing tight like you’ve got a prize
When I tell you that I feel you know its not a lie
Cause when you touch the feeling travels up and down my spine
So imagine when we kiss I’m going out my mind
And while I travel in that space I got you by my side
You. . . the irreplaceable, the magic, the rhyme
Thought our differences would mean that we would not combine
But when we talk we blend it perfectly, we’re stopping time
Our souls have got aligned, that’s why I got a rhyme
And let you know that you’re the vision that I’ve got in mind
When I think of who I’d like to be with when I drive
Or do nothing, long as we’re sitting side by side
So I’m hoping that you feel that I’m not out of line
Smiles and the cries. . . I know what love is
Hook:
That's what we all ready need to touch
Passed ambience and the greed and lust
Back to the smiles all we need is love
I'm feelin' it yes yes I'm feeling it
Verse 2:
You come to the show, men follow
You shake your ass with us, you listen to my sorrows
You throw them hands up, with or without a bottle
Then tomorrow rock the cd you copped as your car rolls
My new shit drops? Its like the lotto
Spread the word on facebook, twitter, and a blog post
All stressed out? I know how it goes
You rock “The Meditation” just to let it out. . . gotta go
I write these lyrics to express my heart you gotta know
‘cause when you see me at the bar you say I’m not alone
And that you hope that soon they’ll catch me and my stock’ll grow
And I could take the good home cookin’ to a hotter stove
You said you got the Party Music, what I dropped with Pro
And play it for them, carpool it when I got a show
Having you just brings a smile to me on the road
It’s a lot to hold. . . I know what love is
Every once in a while we need a song about love.
With so much nonsense going on in our every day lives, it gets
difficult to remember to appreciate and just smile.
To kick the bull to the side and feel that love thats all around us.
Bridge:
You must know as you grow
that the hard times take a toll
and bring on the stress and sorrow starts to take hold
no need to fold if you know
and let love take control
let the anger rest the sunshine can maintain souls
Verse 3:
You’re the obvious, abstracts, the father and
Mother, the pit I wallow in, wonder if they acknowledge it
Summer the winter the spring and fall the very lot of it
You’re the spirit, lyrics that’s sung in the song of Solomon
You’re the hand that offered the time I’m borrowing
And lungs breathing life in the birds, trees, these hollow lips
I see you in everything that’s surrounding this
Shell that I live in. . . I know what love is
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Verse 1:
Feelin' like you're stuck in the mud right?
Mad slow, gas low, can't even run right?
downpour or shower got you searching some sight?
turn on them floodlights. . . you've got to keep moving
you worry 'bout tough times that comprise your life
or getting some prize you're knowing that some might
cease your beef talking, release griefs, walk upright
east and keep walking 'til your seeing the sunlight
sometimes you're going to draw blanks
but things you see will all place, fill up your thought banks
get busy living like you're Andy in Shawshank
jump from that tall plank. . . take the plunge
your pockets empty, sub-concious is locked and every
dumb job is just not accepting any pitches we all make
they all say its hopeless, you show em, they notice it opens doors,
so never focus on the things that they all say
Chorus:
Situations ugly tend to get us down
and the old folks claiming that it ain't what it used to be
but sometimes we see what we choose to see
'cause what it used to be just ain't what it used to be
an eternal flaw but see we're just human beings
You've got to live your purpose
like you're swimming to the surface
its a push to make it work
and keep breathing. . . you've got to keep moving
Verse 2:
The purists say the music has gone flat
the early/mid 90's where its at, want it all back
that all of it was better in past and we lost that
don't know about all that. . . you've got to keep moving
they want to put up parameters, close diameters
handle your music within a box, keep it compact
rock to the rhythms we're given before, fuck em
i'll kick in the door with boom bap and step up beyond that
not saying you should fix what don't need to
be fixed, but to let me hear the next level sequel
and not just follow all the paths that were seen through
or do the same thing that he do. . . nah man progress
Yes! Push them boundaries, break walls and foundries
pound on these breaks and take all, so we could see you
in review, forget those folks that vet old texts and hope
to break the growth 'cause they're stuck in a re-do
Chorus:
Situations ugly tend to get us down
and the old folks claiming that it ain't what it used to be
but sometimes we see what we choose to see
'cause what it used to be just ain't what it used to be
an eternal flaw but see we're just human beings
You've got to live your purpose
like you're swimming to the surface
its a push to make it work
and keep breathing. . . you've got to keep moving
Bridge:
Move with me, just move with me
just move with me, just. . . yes
move with me just move with me
just move we've got to keep moving
Verse 3:
Revolution's in my arms tatted
evolution of the arts in my heart, darts have it
pressing, stepping from the ashes, making marks is a habit
setting sparks to light the path, keep on barking at the madness
mad things'll arise that deprive, knock passion
I don't see a casket, swallow, push past it
take two to throw three punches, keep laughing
forward motion is the slogan for a reason
elevate the form, distort norms to escalate
efforts made coarse, abort boredom when I demonstrate
excavate the breaks, use caution when I levitate
float, push my breath to exhaustion then I meditate
Chorus:
Situations ugly tend to get us down
and the old folks claiming that it ain't what it used to be
but sometimes we see what we choose to see
'cause what it used to be just ain't what it used to be
an eternal flaw but see we're just human beings
You've got to live your purpose
like you're swimming to the surface
its a push to make it work
and keep breathing. . . you've got to keep moving
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A love song for spitting 'til your lungs pop
for uprock rhymes the second that the drums drop
on weekends got me sleeping upright at truck stops
dumb chops while still in bed clothes, the buck stops
when the sets finished, the business begins
they're messing with the door split lets witness the spin
and then begin to bend the pen to wins when blended
with the word of mouth its kept in the wind until the end
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10. |
The Venue
04:56
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Refrain: 2X
I work every single day, trying to earn from saying
things that rhyme in hopes to my place
Go and set a foot upon a stage, put my heart on display
I'm okay (i'm okay yea yea yea yeah)
First Verse:
I come from, the clock tower, the brass horse
The lit cross, the lift off is from that source
And of course, its carried with me where I go
varied in place and time so buried with me when I go
And I know, That the heart is where the home is
The hope is, To try to keep it to my chest
On my own quest, keep it singing through my days
all the pleasures and the pain and try to bring it to the stage
Ease out selektah, PLAY THAT SHIT!
Then I remove my kicks, another phrase to spit
All the pressure on my brain from that day just lifts
in rhyme form, when sprayed from lips, shit, amazing it
grips the soul which strays from fist
spreads across the crowd in hopes to graze their wits
inspire them or hope that they relate to it
and play to it tickle brains thats it
And now that the crowd is inspired it's more fire!
zoning with my eyes closed walking on a wire
accentuating syllables, connecting with the spiritual
deflecting all the miserable, by talking my desires
even in a cipher when i'm hollering pass that
Holding court in the circle, spitting knowledge and abstracts
Feeding off the energy and magic these cats cast
folks saying thats fast, I smile and laugh back
And I love, that feeling that a call and a response gets
then I bust a verse that brings the feeling beyond it
in hopes make the head nod and wake the unconscious
with the rhythm and content, beat shaking the complex
and I take it with me, travel the earth
and rhyme with my memories and all that i've learned
Breathing with that comfort and that vision assures
that no matter where I might roam i'll always be home
Hook: 2X
No matter what the day is i'm feeling at home
Whatevers on my brain man i'm feeling at home
No matter where that stage is i'm feeling at home
Buffalo, Chicago, Detroit, i'm home
New York, Baltimore, Twin Cities. I'm home
Refrain: 2X
I work every single day, trying to earn from saying
things that rhyme in hopes to my place
Go and set a foot upon a stage, put my heart on display
I'm okay (i'm okay yea yea yea yeah)
Second Verse:
Living life, the arguing and differences
Pains, pressures, rain weathers on your temples, its
the precious moments, sunshines in remembrance
that takes you out of it, the stage always gives me this
Just like a simple kiss could raise a heart thats in the pits
or the little gifts and smiles that they give to kids
The stage erases all the drama in its a mystic drift
Upon an introduction man its like they flip the switch
And then the audience responds with a lifted fist
and nods affirmatives, i'm feeling like they're getting this
strife i'm going through, good feeling pulls up in a whip
and takes me back home no matter where i'm spitting this
Refrain: 2X
every day I try to earn from saying
things that rhyme in hopes to my place
Go and set a foot upon a stage, put my heart on display
I'm okay (i'm okay yea yea yea yeah)
Third verse:
Truck stop food, an all night cruise just to hit the next spot to play
Turned up loud in front of a crowd, hope they feel what I got to say
Don't need to recognize all of the words when the syllables start to spray
just ride the rhythm with me, find the rhythm when your inhibitions start to fade
Then you can go and let your hod nod and get in the groove, grab her hand when she starts to sway
Then its jam man, band or a box, you know you got to get it all today
The whole crowd, when they respond, gets you into a zone, let that energy flow in your veins
And when I start to hear those Kelly Bundy howls from y'all, I'll know where am. . . know what i'm saying?
Hook: 2X
No matter what the day is i'm feeling at home
Whatevers on my brain man i'm feeling at home
No matter where that stage is i'm feeling at home
Burlington, Seattle, LA, i'm home
Bridgeport, Waterbury, Danbury i'm home
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Hook:
When the dark falls upon us and the seeds have been placed
to grow hate in place of the weeds that we've raked
Rather than lose hope, break and leave in a haste
You've got to open your mouth and speak the disgrace
Want something wrong right? Then Power The Fight!
Put fire in that mic! Speak! Power The Fight! (2X)
Verse 1:
Son I step upon the soapbox the second they hassle
form syllables to fist, pound 'til they crackle
collect a follower or six the second I pass go
and start a revolution of the mind to amass folks
and that's hopes, mics that your holding will blast quotes
squandering that standing there will make you an asshole
Hip-hop needs a Montes, a Sal Castro
a blowout, to get the students out of the classrooms
blast fumes are smelt the second they're dealt
puts the fire at the feet of beasts protecting their belts
and the corporate detractors still collecting their wealth
on the backs of working folks that can't invest in themselves
or invest in their health, insurance messes are hell
police thats meant to be protecting put our best in a cell
or a coffin, while some rapper spits of lesser and sells
his soul to the lowest figure, nothing left for himself
the spirit of the people grows and efforts excel
when the causes touch the heart, the message is felt
and a motivating speaker adds a breath to expel
so get them lungs going, help me clear the mess from the shelf
Bridge:
When the whole world around us seems to go the wrong way
Best believe i'm gonna have something to say
When it all starts to crumble 'fore we see the decay
Best believe i'm gonna have something to say
When it feels unjust I ain't playing their games
Best believe i'm gonna have something to say
If I got a mic in my hand before they take it away
Best believe that i'mma say something
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12. |
Place To Be
03:17
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Chorus:
All my people in this space with me say this is the place to be
"This is the place to be"
Now if you feel it like its made to be then just repeat that phrase for me
"This is the place to be"
Verse 1:
the older blues guitarist checking out the line-up showed
the woman drunk of middle age that danced all night alone
smiles though, the freshman enjoys being there first time and those
the guy with disinterested spouse thats hanging by the coats
the two that came right from a meeting sipping diet cokes
the group of friends and family supporting, guys that chose
to use it as an opportunity to break from wife and home
guy that showed right before the set from work, tell by his clothes
the girls that snapping photos of the band with highest hopes
to stack from doing it, the dready girl does lines of coke
the dj unappreciated wonders why he goes
I don't know, the people talking loudly on the side with folks
the single mom that found a baby sitter, time alone
and a bottle to the face, the diehard fan that buys in bulk
all the merch thats on the table, and the last that I expose
mean-mugging MC that sighs and sulks
Chorus:
All my people in this space with me say this is the place to be
"This is the place to be"
Now if you feel it like its made to be then just repeat that phrase for me
"This is the place to be"
Verse 2:
That rapper's sayin' nothing just mad and staying mugging
The singer on the stage acknowledged the display as bugging
and catches eyes with subject and started spraying something
"Why you look so fucking angry?" Band still playing stuff, when
he heard her yap relax he snapped "because this shit wack
I almost feel insulted, forced to hear the gift you lack
If you give your all i'd have to say i'd give it back"
"Shiiiiit you think you can better?" Man i'm ripping that
mic like Ena Sharples once it touches metacarpals
so duck to watch the darts flow, bust, let out to dust impartial
the rapper bumrushed the stage, charged to let his heart go
and teach this shoddy opener how you you're supposed to start shows
and put it down right hyped, the time is now like
snatched a mic and did a check check, yes the sounds right
launched into a verse that woke them up and tore it down right into
a call and response to get the crowd hype that sounded like
Chorus:
All my people in this space with me say this is the place to be
"This is the place to be"
Now if you feel it like its made to be then just repeat that phrase for me
"This is the place to be"
Refrain: (2X)
Now if you're in the mood to lose it and be feeling right
no matter where you're coming from just know you're here tonight
and where you are's the place to be, so let your will ignite
and set a fire to your worries, put the thrill in sight
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Verse 1:
Every word I write on the page, stains my future, possibly
becomes a love poem to my impending poverty
now pardon my prophecy but I understand what's got to be
weird meals, no income, and struggle constantly
hunger, no property, honestly don't bother me
I feel i've found solace in my sonic sovereignty
the working life has got to me, wages, stress obnoxious peeps
nothing's stopping me, these are probably unconscious pleas
to get my boss to fire me, just so it inspires me
to move on and be the asshole I was designed to be
Finally, I'm guessing my life is in perspective
somebody scratch my back and get the knives that i've collected
I want to live a life of beat making and spitting rhymes
so I'm ready for the canned goods, in fact i'll think they're damn good
I plan to take a stand, should I stand? forget the damn foot?
or follow my dreams and be my boss? Any man would
I'll keep along that path even if it leads to welfare
lines and I could tell there's no hope of reaching Bel Air
imagine the pink slip. . . i'm thinking well there's
my passport to hell or heaven, depends how you see it
And with love in my heart, I fight today
to embrace a tomorrow that may never become a brighter day and i'll
never say i'll throw my mic away
'cause I can't think of a better way to throw my life away
Hook:
Putting what I'm feeling in my chest
on the table bet it on the rest. . . I'm saying that's all
Verse 2:
Each time I pen words, I serve existence papers
follow dreams, thoughts of income become vapors
later to the lawyer, peace to the fireman
I want to grab a mic on stage speak fire and inspire them
Admire men and women sticking, quitting, living it
desire zen thinking but my boss be acting like a little bitch
those of y'all that think i'm speaking ignorant
fuck you then, I'm ignorant, I had that job I'm sick of it
I figure its happy or sad, money don't matter
admit it, no interest in climbing an economic later
Either fatter pockets or drop logic and comments
for gas money. . . a little props and conscience
so fuck common sense man, tonight I pray
that i'll be able to pay my bills or find a way and i'll
never say i'll throw my mic away
'cause I can't think of a better way to throw my life away
Hook:
Putting what I'm feeling in my chest
on the table bet it on the rest. . . I'm saying that's all
Verse 3:
I want to live life, expire my breath
doing what I feel and nothing less
embrace my soul so then in death I could just smile
I want to live true to what I am
Walking in my shoes a solid man
trying to proud in where I stand, and just smile
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