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Right, so much more than a rapper |
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They only write rhyme, well I'mma writer |
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That use rap to capture the times |
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The songwritin' so excitin', like ridin' a bike |
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But speed, never exceed what you can catch in a line |
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On rainy days, you never see me fighting a vibe |
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My brainstorm can light before the lighting is ripe |
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Blow, lost for days, moms taught me bout honest ways |
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I saw that crime don't pay at the youngest age |
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Just a south side kid from around the way |
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Most of our friends deadbeat till extended stays |
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You're just an animal once you get inside that cage |
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That's why I fuck with basketball, I'm out there working all my J |
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Got some lettuce from school, askin' me to play us |
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It seem to be the way to escape the inner city maze |
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A brave scholar that love art and praise knowledge |
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But got shot at the summer before he went to college |
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I never told my moms that, she had enough to bear |
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She sacrificed everything just to get me there |
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To see your baby boy graduate, shed a tear, computer science major |
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The math added an extra year |
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Found a sampler and put it on layaway |
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Spent my Christmas break making beats every day |
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Things I saw in high-school told me stay away |
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But my love for the music never gonna fade away |
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High price to pay for the greez even then |
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Five years of school, the debt added extra ten |
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But came home making more dough than all my friends |
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So when my fam needed my help I could finally give |
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Moved to Cincinnati, couldn't be stationary |
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Felt a lot of love with the girl I moved there to marry |
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Progammer first, local rapper secondary, battle anybody |
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Wanted to be legendary |
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Try hard to get promoted but I wasn't able |
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Having better luck with the mike and the turntables |
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All we wanted was attention from a lil' label |
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Kept pushin', even though my family wasn't stable |
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Lost my big sis, hardest year of my life |
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Pops got sick and told me not to stop by |
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Makin' paper, still didn't have a decent car |
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Banging two mortgages, cause moms got hurt on the job |
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Had to slow my roll, from out there, gettin' mine |
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To understand how the family is intertwined |
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They all sacrificed so we can live a better life |
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So you gotta step up to the play when it's yo time |
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Remember this, when you race towards the finish line |
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Credit towards your fam should never be minimized |
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Lot of people lean on 'em when they on the rise |
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See some, success, then they wanna break the ties |
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Flippin' through the channels, landed on Charlie Rolls |
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Interviewing Sting about all the songs he wrote |
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Charlie asked how a song writer keep his hope |
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Well, Sting answered, I never dared forget the quote |
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He said 'the music get dark whenever things get bad |
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But artist gotta understand, it's easier to pay with black |
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If you feel it comin' on, you gotta reel it back |
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Cause people turn to us to hopefully escape from that' |
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I try to think of that time to time when I'm writtin' |
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Responsibility that come along with the rhymin' |
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'Don't be the guy always talkin' bout the sky fallin' |
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Don't paint the dark cloud, unless you paint the silver lining' |
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It's why I'm rhyming, to be that silver linin' |
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Huh, to be the silver linin' |
