Deep Song. Might go as a bonus track on the Lp
Selling Cheap Quality Beats
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Started recording tracks for my album and a few other tracks here n' there. Still jumping into the audio side of things.
Lyrics
(intro)
How many times am I gonna sit down and think
How my life coulda changed, how it coulda been
Different and what things would benefit it and
What wouldn’t. How many ideas will swell in my
Mind and how many memories I have will concur
through my thoughts. Past times that’ll never
Be the same, and these things that have been
Are just that .. Memories. Mental thoughts.
How many times am I gonna sit back and think
Of the stupid shit we did n’ want to forget it.. n’
How many times am I gonna sit back and think
Of the stupid shit we did n’ realize it was the best
Damn Thing I could have ever done. How will life be?
My Direction And where am I headed…
I’ve thought for thoughts been distraught n’ fought across lofts with destiny
These are the best of me, don’t lecture me.. let me, venture free a century, by memories
I lead my decisions toward risen swords aboard a father whos torn between prison wars
N’ a protectory, n’ the best of me w/ 3 techs set next to me.. if I aint gotta legacy-
-then what the hell am I livin for?..
If I could laugh past vast mis – haps and act black when in fact im white trash
If crash crimes are backed lies then what are past times if times weren’t so good in the past
Answer me that? Shit Changes, re-arrange strange faces n’ a world on 2 main paces
In the worst cases, you hide it, find shit in quick chastisement minus a science uttered in silence, that the finest showcases races like creations late in formatious stations
So what is life? Is life a book of chapters, cheap actors that capture factors
of grief n’ laughter?..
A shortage, 3 loans, job a kid n’ a mortage.. a promise, but are reluctant to support it.
Ill rappers, but say fuck luck n’ duck to record it. Shit plastered w. pastors that lead to faster disasters, bastards who tell me the level to get at, but don’t hold the ladder, n’ these are my answers!?
But lets sketch it back, n’ mention that whats left in past I write in epitaphs
All of the fallen, dead I’ve tracked , n’ attention lacked ventured back –
- n’ theres nothin’ next to that..
But why should I try? Why should hide my binded thoughts combined in my mind..
Its sad that I rap for knowledge you lack, but I got no reason to live, no reason to die-
..satan n’ god can cuss back n’ discuss that cuz there guess is as good as mine..
I dont know the outcome of anything.
An outcome is brought out by a public response
I dont know what good I've dont, what good
I will do and i sure as hell dont know if this
album will clear any dirt off my name. And even
if i dont make a damn penny off of this, if this
lead the inspiration of one person...
Im successful
