I'm blessed1stylez aka Bless/B1S...I just wanna make music man and hope people feel it...I just wanna do something I love and hope to touch a few people out there with it...reppin 21poetz remember the name
Lyrics
See everybody want a big piece of the pie/
I say get it while ya can kid reach for the sky/
You can do what you do ain't no reason for why/
You can't achieve what you dream, or at least you can try/
But everybody seems a lil too obsessed with the shortcut/
Going for the short buck, not for the sure bucks/
You got the opportunity, dont make the door shut/
Cuz when you sell yaself short, potna then your stuck/
I've seen it all, I ain't here to tell jokes/
Trust I know how it is, I can surely spell broke/
First you wanna sell smoke, then you wanna sell coke/
Just another sad hood horror story well wrote/
And I ain't mad at you hustle get that dough/
But fam you should go learn to invest that dough/
Cuz when the feds come down and wreck ya do'..
i..(guess it doesnt matter anymore)...
The most popular in high school, everybody likes you/
Ladies swarm to you and no it dont suprise you/
Focused on your looks, cuz that is what defines you/
Forget about the books, you put all of that behind you/
Finished with Renee now you bout to meet wit Candice/
Forget about the fact your supposed to be in Spanish/
You love attention, it makes you feel manish/
But what you gonna do when all the chicks vanish/
You failed class man your luck has gon out/
All ya friends graduated and you just dropped out/
Everybody tried to tell you that youve gone the wrong route/
But you ain't listen cuz you got it figured all out/
So what you gonna do they forgot about you/
You really thought that they wouldnt dare to live without you/
You buggin son the world it keeps spinnin/
Man it all left in a new york minute
Im tired of these rap acts all up in they wack raps/
Mentioning they jewels in they video they pack gats/
In reality few even have stacks/
Gettin raped by the industry, isn't that fact/
Here today gone tomorrow you're hot then your not/
And if ya name aint poppin ya album wont drop/
So wheres your advance kid ya stacks and ya knots/
Oh yeah you spent it on ya ice grill ya jag and ya watch/
Save up instead of posin for cameras/
For every jay-z theres a 100 rappers like hammer/
With a million albums sold, not a dollar to show/
Back on the streets, so now they gotta barter some blow/
Ask the old school heads man, alot of em know/
There aint a pension for this game, they release you you go/
So remember when ya label shows u rappers the door/
Just know ya fame (doesnt even matter anymore)
