Lyrics
verse 1:
from the heart of ominous roads,where the drama unfolds,
is the story of a youngin,who before he was up and coming,
the kid was only thirteen,feeling berserk & hurteen,
dealing with the loss his grandparents,he mad cherished,
tried to optimistic,but quickly that thought relinquished,
got bullied at school,being different is ridiculed,
he fully thought he was minuscule as in pitiful,
he grew so cold and distant,equipped to exploded in mins,
felt these depressing waves,stressing for better days,
hurricanes of sorrows,would turn him insane & hollow,
praying for change,a way thru the blaze of the flames,
he'd need to release his emotions,to gain some relief,
soon he would lose sleep,visions at night were too deep,
took a sheet of loose-leaf,and doodled at first to lose grief,
next he wrote expressive words,helping to suppress his nerves,
that began a passion that would land him into rapping,
Chorus:
this is page from my life,
explaining how I made rhymes,
the way it impact my mind,
thru daily changes,it gave me patience,
verse 2:
with the first lines he wrote,he evoked in his mind hope,
Within his Personal Journal,was Words from inferno,
quotes from his anger,emotional notes he scatter,
felt misunderstood by the earth,he couldn't be heard,
he needed an outlet to speak thru and reach to cloud with it,
astonished by the sound of a mic,he had found the light,
provided by hip hop,he'd write till his wrist popped,
much adrenaline,you'd think he needed Ritalin,
listened to Nas and Eminem,healing his scars like medicine,
holding a pen,unloaded their poems for him,
tales of their situations,it gave him the inspiration,
to practice his craft,till he manage to capture that,
gather his thoughts,and expand them as he jot,
dedicate his time,to elevating with his rhymes,
meticulously shaping his skills,it was so amazing,
observe this it's the birth of a verbalist,from a nervous kid,
Chorus:
this is page from my life,
explaining how I made rhymes,
the way it impact my mind,
thru daily changes,it gave me patience,
verse 3:
As he manifested his Talent,Kids Got Impressed & they challenged,
he'd battle rap at recess,mantling cats with each flex,
rocked with fellows in cyphers as he walked to metro,
a freestyle fanatic,who speaks wild syllabics,
sporadic state of mind,that grants the way to say his rhymes,
he practiced till his craft was immaculate matching adamant,
enabling his prominence thru every written document,
emceeing brought him confidence,needed to speak thru continents,
teacher fascinated,by the lethal raps created,
vernacular finesse,would help for passing on his tests,
the factor was his caliber,his status was spectacular,
social workers claimed that guided him,into writing,
attempted to take credit,since success is where he's headed,
as usual,theres snakes in the garden,who ache for stardom,
he's moving thru the roots,with machetes so don't you step be,
remaining strong & patience since his name's Ebonic Raven,
Chorus:
this is page from my life,
explaining how I made rhymes,
the way it impact my mind,
thru daily changes,it gave me patience,
