I wrote, recorded, edited, and mastered this song in about 45 minutes. It just poured out. Got a lot of good reviews so far, hope you like it. Went deep.
I've been doing music for as long as I can remember. It's always been a passion of mine, not really a career choice, so if you like it, cool, if not, I'm gonna
Genarick. I'm anything but my name. I don't do it for the money, I butt-f*ck the game.
Story behind the song
I've been way too stressed recently, and the pressure made a diamond out of coal. Enjoy. Definitely a Budden type track.
Lyrics
“I think I’m crazy.. I’m goin nuts
If you tryina get me, I’ma show YA guts
you simply makin a mistake you don’t know enough
un-robbable, support beams couldn’t ‘HOLD ME UP’
my brains playin wit me, it’s f*** in wit my sound
somedays I wish I could just tuck it in the ground
cus SHE f*** ed around, with everyone in the town
but it seems the dudes she get with are only f*** in clowns
so, I don’t even feel a little jealousy
maybe my knowledge an my pride are the roof that shelters me
proof that hell can be, not so bad
drunk cheesy ass step-pop, that’s “nacho” dad
hard to walk a straight line, when the Benz is dope (bends)
tryina stay cool, like the air against the smoke
feels like I can’t focus, like my lens is broke
and it feels like I BEEN chok-in revenge’s throat
hard to get outta the shadows when you don’t know no one
hard to rise on my "OWN" like oprah’s son (not sure if Oprah has a son, but)
I try to smile once a day, but spite always stops me
how the f*** do you get even, when you 0 for 1?
it’s like the farther I go, the harder it gets
I don’t feel like I’m ‘FUCKIN’ RIGHT, like a retarded dick
tryin to stand up, with no feet to walk with
Time to man up, no beef, cus I don’t talk sh** --
--it all breaks down over time, and I’m broken
after 21 years, an now I ain even smokin
getting rid of vices, livin in a crisis
payin the prices, I just wish I was jokin
loc’in when they threaten you an call ya home
why do I feel like an outcast, even when I’m all alone
it’s not that I can’t deal with the pressure
it’s just that I’m afraid that I’m gonna FEEL the stretcher (dig it?)
hooked up to tubes, EKG’s and IV’s
lookin at the roof, asking “God why me?
I can only do my best, an trust you to do the rest
or help me, how could you let them put 2 in my chest?” (2 years)
feelin lost now, but I ain the type to quit
I’m not Donovan McNabb, more like Michael Vick
Tryina bring the team back, even when it seems that
everyone is separated, off chasing them green backs
dealin wit the trouble in my past
cops raided my house, busted my bubble AND my ass
And I feel like a kid, it’s immature but
Sometimes I wanna go back to it, start doubling my cash
can’t put my family through that, no NOT AGAIN
almost committed murder, yo, I almost SHOT A FRIEND
thought about eatin a bullet, but when I went to pull it
I couldn’t,.. I just had to face what I was caught up in
went out an bought a pen, I’m grateful now
I’m glad that Greg Narick didn’t take me out
Cus life ain always sunshine and rainbows
f*** lungs, my hearts black, cus that’s where all the pain goes
lookin at life from a thousand angles
I swear sometimes I hear the sounds of angels
Happiness is something I haven’t had in awhile
But when I look back,… I’m just glad and I smile”
(fade out)
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