chivalry death before dis
Artist picture
Musical Integrity. Positive Vibes. Concious Lyricism. Simple as that.
What's going on? My name is Chivalry. I'm an underground hiphop artist with my own unique style of lyrics. With my poetry influenced music, I try to spread a message of my feelings as well as express my creativity. Music is my way of venting, of showing who I am, and of expressing myself. Give me a listen to if you got the moment. I'm on the come up and I guarentee you wont find a more hungry artist. I put all I have into this.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Peak in subgenre #10,863
Author
Chivalry
Rights
2002 Matthew M. Spencer
Uploaded
November 21, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Was a freestyle originally but I wanted to make it sound a little better, so I hurried up and recorded this so I wouldnt lose the lyrics. lol. Focused more on the rhythm. Its pretty personal so if you don't feel it I understand. 100
Lyrics
Out here searching for time as it passes I feel black listed amongst the masses Im either trying to save myself or a couple dollars for some college classes I just cant see success Maybe I need glasses Which cost cashish Which lead me to smoke too much hashish Cause I got no money no job. Id just be practice if I got robbed. So now I know not how to address myself. No food on the shelf Cant even respectfully dress myself Walking around half dead and nappy headed I'd walk another road if only I knew where I was headed Young starving musician with a dying ambition who wrote in blood his last composition Maybe if I was in the position To make a better decision Id be the one sitting and listen'n But just as long Im spittin I guess Ill bring to your attention Selling outs in recession and the underground has no pension Its pretty hard when your entertainment is avoiding arraignment, and dodgeing rent payments I guess Id rather sign language and say a thousand amens then spend twice my life savings. die and come back still betting on the ravens I need an oppurtunity to better my being I just got figure whether Im seeing Me broke and successful or me successful feeling broke Either way I pertake a smoke of some of the cess filled smoke Clouds of dust and gypseys I chant my life song, staggering around all tipsy Oh lets see Im evolving into what I said I never wasnt Just like my moms But feeling more like my cousin I was told to read the book of psalms But I saw metaphors of stigmatic wounds on my palms. Hailed as the messenger and praised by waving alms. I think I liked being broke better when I was selling myself on CD Roms.
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