Lyrics
I'm sitting in my little corner, sitting with my pen and pad,
Jotting a couple lines done, scratching it out when it's bad,
I come from the east but I hail in the west,
Grew up in the south, and I swear it's the best,
Sometimes I miss Georgia, when I'm jotting on the paper,
I'mma go there when I make it, but I ain't gonna stay,
Fuck it, I got no ties there, noboby's coming with me,
And I'll always miss this Emerald City,
So I'll stay, and with my pen and my pad,
I'mma rip it up and put Seattle back on the map,
Nigga, I love it all, from the city to the boonies
And the Christians and the Judists and Mormans too,
Nigga, I love the coffee, I'm loving starbucks,
And I love the bar schmucks nigga pour a brew,
Cuz here, I'm a monopoly, nobody's close to stopping me,
So I'm up at the top and it's a glorious view,
Ho! And when I say, rep the PNDubb,
I mean it with everythang, and that's the genius of it,
Cuz I keep it thugging, but still I keep it country,
At the same time I keep it chill, and you can't touch it,
You can't fuck with that nigga named Ty,
I cross my heart and put a needle in my eye,
So I can finally see the world in a sharper view,
When I look up at the world it's from an artist's view,
And the clubs is my canvas, the music I plant it,
Into the hearts of as many people that can understand it,
I'm on a journey and I gotta keep it going,
I'm the antidote to sorrow, I'm the music for the soul man,
I see these muthafuckas rapping for the paper,
I look at my pad and see scratches on the paper,
But I keep writing homie, I'm never done man,
I laugh at adversity, I will never run man,
It's getting harder man, I still making scratches,
So I keep scratching, I keep attacking
This subject till I'm heard by the public,
I'm digging deeper now, but finding nothing....
I'm sitting in my little corner, sitting with my pen and pad,
Jotting a couple lines done, scratching it out when it's bad,
So this goes out to people with the happy homes,
And to all the people that are all alone,
This is to black folk, this to the white folk,
This is to errybody, I put my life on
This little pad with some scribbles in the middle,
Some scratches here and there, marked with a pencil,
I love you mamma, I love you daddy,
I love you Nikki, I miss y'all badly,
It's hard to find the words to write that now,
You can see the scribbles and the lines scratched out,
It's time to move on, and tho you'll miss me,
You'll remember me in history, or maybe visit me,
But I tied up all the ends, ain't no turning back, shit...
But before you burn me...
But before you burn me, give me an open casket...
