march 2003
Lyrics
Hook:
Sometimes I can't find the words to start my rymes,
But somehow I get through the hardest times,
Been told I'm bright like a starlit mind,
I live for the love of the art of rymes
Verse 1:
Yo,
I've been hated against, scarred deep and critisized,
Got to the point where I found myself livin lies,
But no matter what I always got through the sickest times,
Every struggle I had, I overcame by spittin rymes,
But really I dont care about makin a name,
I dont care about money I dont care about fame,
Rymes is my life I'll still be rymin when I'm 60,
and when I die i want all my rymes to come with me,
When I get sad I'd write rymes in lines of 10,
every person would fall victim to my pen,
Back when I heard my first song and fell in love with it,
Always after I just love to spit,
How can u not when each day more hot,
Dreams of one day blowin up the spot,
When I spit, I spit straight from the heart,
Because spittin rymes is a form of art
Hook
Verse 2:
I remember bein at the lake on sunny days,
Back when we all used to get drunk and play,
Chillin with mad kids from another grade,
spit a flow and I'd leave them all tons amazed,
Yep, those was the days,
I can think hard and I remember back,
many dreams of goin to dismember tracks,
and bein on top with all the best of rap,
sit down and I'd write pages of raw emotion,
but not one person even saw devotion,
at this point I didn't know whats right,
cuz spittin aint a hobby no more its life,
All I thought about was goin to flow on mics,
everyday on yellow paper bringin home some rymes,
god put me here so i gotta play my part,
my flows from inside pierce thru everyone's heart
Hook
Verse 3:
It's like I felt my whole world collapse around me,
But sooner or later my flows found me,
It seemed like I was wanted for a $1000 bounty,
Not even the lord himself was proud of me,
So I resorted to flows, another song I spit,
Wrote with blood from when I cut along my wrist,
Everyday it seemed like I was on some shit,
So i guess u do see what the problem is,
My flows is what kept me from suicide,
Helped me answer my question of 'Who am I?',
Gave me hope maybe I'm not screwed for life,
Keep doin what I do, this is what I'll do for life,
I was neglected in the eyes of society,
Seems I'm the only person that would cry for me,
But the world's deeper than just what my eyes can see,
Seems I'm lucky that I realized I'm me,
But still, I don't know where i fit in,
I might just let it go and give in,
I dunno if I would ever feel ectstacy,
I know that I'll be spittin till the death of me
Hook (2x)