The Price Of Fame (Produced by Q oNe A)
I wrote this poem one day. And then spent 5 minutes making a simple drum pattern for it. And then went to Adam's to record it with no prior practice. My first fully self-produced...verse. Lol. *MIGHT HAVE TO TURN VOLUME UP SLIGHTLY*
Lyrical Hip-Hop
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Lyrics
I sit here in the darkness
Tears stream from my cheek and onto the park bench
Cliché lines, Written on the page
The look of disgust and pain, Written on my face
I let my art suffer, Now my passion is gone
To put on a fake face & sell a record, I have to be strong
Stay with the trend 'cause I gotta pay the bills
Can't be a broke genius on his death bed, Layin' still
But hey, I think it's worth it
It's worth feeling worthless pretending to be perfect
We'll all hypocrites, We all sell out at one point
Earn a quick buck and suck the fun out of our one joy
We'll do anything to continute a habit
Killing ourselves, Push away the people seeing it happen
The people that matter, You won't even speak to
The people you need, But what about the people that need you?
You're a role model, That somebody looks up to
Life sucks. Music eases the pain, Unless it sucks too
Choices, Do it for the kids, Or do it for yourself
Rappin', Do it just to spit, Or do it for the wealth
We all have, Decisions to make
Either starve or eat, when given the plate
Just pick up the mic of shame for the ice and chains
Hey, You might be sane after paying the Price Of Fame.
Great.