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My name is Terrence, Middle name Lee.
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This is my everyday… Yeah I sit and write…
And everyday I don’t make it… It’s a waste of my time…
But everyday I awake… I’m praying I might…
Cause every days not everyday and I was made for the mic…
A fantasy dream where I’m fastening belts to travel the scene to be on stage and start rapping it well…
Kats who have failed are paving the way by making mistakes so I realize nobody lasts in the field…
I sit back and I build with the pad and the skills to take it back to the days when rapping was real…
I cut back on the haze it had me napping for real but now I’m back in the place trying to nab me a deal…
I’m blinded in an off set trying to move outta my moms crib but I’m stuck in this bondage…
For me to accomplish these goals in life I’ll hold the mic and drop that bomb shit I compose at night…
A dope emcee at open mics with no envy towards those grabbing a mil…
I’m not bragging just bagging back packers who can’t tackle my bills…
Cause it’s my turn why turn away from a good thing I’ve learned…
Everything is worth my hurt I’ve worked to provide my girl my earth…
I’m sure my words will help me get through a day… When I find those…
But I swear my due date was up along time ago…
This is my everyday… Yeah I sit and write…
And everyday I don’t make it… It’s a waste of my time…
But everyday I awake… I’m praying I might…
Cause every days not everyday and I was made for the mic…
I never claim to be something I’m not I’m not setting off shots…
I’m not sipping on dawn I’m not pimping the broads…
I’m not posing on beats I’m not breaking the law…
I’m not on coke or the weed but I’m full of my flaws…
And heavy bars that I carry on backs…
Cause I just want to bring the element the stereo lacks…
I’m underground I’ll take you where my burials at…
And show you how I get down so I never go back…
I‘ve had dirt in my past… But I’ve gotten passed it…
And everyday I look back I’m glad it’s back there…
When I hear the bass line… I know the bands here…
And I never waste time cause that’s what I can’t bare…
I fell in love with hip-hop so long ago…
I used to write just to write and let the song unfold…
It felt so write to recite when the flows are told…
But now the mic is my life and it’s all I know…
This is my everyday… Yeah I sit and write…
And everyday I don’t make it… It’s a waste of my time…
But everyday I awake… I’m praying I might…
Cause every days not everyday and I was made for the mic…
This is my everyday… I’ve had my ups and my downs…
But I couldn’t get up until I touched the ground…
I stopped rushing it out… Cause I’m blessed and soon ta’…
Embrace better days reminiscing bout the future…
I fell… Felt so torn and frail…
I felt… Hell I was born to fail…
Exhaled… Excelled and absorbed the pain…
Expelled what I felt… Cause there’s more to gain…
This is my everyday… Yeah I sit and write…
And everyday I don’t make it… It’s a waste of my time…
But everyday I awake… I’m praying I might…
Cause every days not everyday and I was made for the mic…
