a track on some real reflective shit.. produced by my homie for me... www.soundclick.com/xfactor

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verse 1

another day for the kid, another way to console/
all this weight that i lift, on the bottom of the totempole
it makes it harder to get, this strain up offa my soul
cuz i been tryin to live, nobodies helpin me though/
but i be fine how it is, though im dyin to go/
to the richest of rich, sick of bein poorest of poor/
its like im lovin this shit, neva settle'n scores/
like the, harder it gets, the more scorn that i store/
its funny how u laugh behind a back, mask how u really act/
i can acesodine, cuz i find u asinine, and its simple like that/
its no suprise, how keepin a passive mind, keeps me passin by/
like im last in line, to nowhere i think, but i still climb
or maybe i just sink/



hook 2x

here i go, just another day found,
but i ain't alone, cuz i got my sound/
so full of soul, preach my words/
and you'll all know, yes, u know/



verse 2

this music sh*** is bad, its really all a fad/
atleast im told by fags, who aint' use to someone usin rap/
as a fuel to grasp, the truth in a life that subsequently sad/
its all a wrap, give it back to blacks, if this cracker makes em mad/
even whites hate the fact, i cant' do shit, hell i hate my ass/
how can i make anyone happy, i dont have a race to show/
so they can blow my cock, f*** color, im hip hop/
till my sh*** drops, i'll neva stop, so get out/
my way, cuz i been bout my rage, and somebody gon get f***ed up today/
im bout to blaze, a track, my name, you'll remember against ya will
and i ain't nuttin but real, u peepin now, trust u payin bills
wut u think im a joke, cuz im broke, i can't get a deal?/
its cuz i WONT DEAL!.... holla atcha boy/


hook 2x

here i go, just another day found,
but i ain't alone, cuz i got my sound/
so full of soul, preach my words/
and you'll all know, yes, u know/


verse 3


its kinda funny how music is money, but money can't buy u talent/
if i work hard to be dope, its the broker i get, i find it childish
im so sick of this shit, but bicker'n brings u nuttin but malice
i gotta do this, just a challenge, i got nuttin to fall back on,
i ain't go to college and i ain't sellin my soul for profit,
thats my f***in problem, i got too much pride i can't stop it/
i can't lodge it in my f***in head, and learn to be humble about it
i want my cake and eat it too, get my break, create music thats true/
im slidin into, a great depression, stressin life, and everyone's pressin
includin my wife, on when this hobby of mine will finally bring our blessings due
its so incredible, this is my true love, yet its so cruel/


hook 2x

here i go, just another day found,
but i ain't alone, cuz i got my sound/
so full of soul, preach my words/
and you'll all know, yes, u know/


Outro