My first song... or, the fourth version of my first song. About my crazy life.
madcrasher is a white, Christian rapper who considers himself as much an electronica producer as a hip-hop artist. He tends to explore lyrical depth while maint
There's a whole lot of fakers and copycats out there. Everyone and his brother's trying to be the next big white rapper. What makes you think I'm any different, meh? As John Reuben so nicely put it, "I really know there's nothing new under the sun, but yet, I want to do it like it's never been done." So have some fun, download some songs, and drop me an e-mail and tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is appreciated, and if you're interested in joining forces, I can arrange that.
Story behind the song
I started this song with the age-old "can't figure out what to write about" line. Except for me it's true: I didn't grow up in the ghetto, I don't have problems with my parents, I have NO bling-blingeyness... Ended up turning into a comment on how God made me unique.
(Remixers: For raw vocal tracks, e-mail me)
Lyrics
The way I am: and how it relates to the times,
Sorta like poetry, except it has to rhyme,
But the pencil hits the paper and the words don't flow,
My study hall is over and now it's time to go.
Can't write about the ghetto 'cause the streets I don't know,
Can't write about the blingin' 'cause the money doesn't flow,
Can't write about advirsity 'cause Father's done me well,
So I'm left with the beauty, no hard stuff to tell.
It seems like the good stuff is all that in my life
'Cause I got no major problems, I got no major strife
Except for the time when some jerk comes around
And just 'cause of my religion starts putting me down!
But it's all right man, it's chill. I've learned to deal
With the stuff that doesn't matter; can't affect how I feel!
Can't throw it all away 'cause it's all a part of me,
So that's why I ask: let me just be--
Chorus:
The way I am: not apologizing, hiding or disguising,
Trying to find a way to explain the things I'm finding in life.
Am I honestly insane or do I only try to be?
I don't know, it all kinda seems crazy.
Is this really who I am, or do I just act this way?
But then I can't act out the stuff that I'm trying to say.
Can't be like everybody, can't go against the flow,
So I'll just have to do the only thing I know:
Be myself! And do my best to see
Just how God created me to be the way I am.
Take a breather, give me time to figure out
Just what the whole point in this life is all about.
It's a process too complicated to explain, y'know?
If all the world's a stage, then our lives make up a show
For the One who gives us strength enough to live another day
And gives me the words to know exactly what I'm gonna say.
Life is a lesson that's kinda hard to know,
But you'll be given what you need until it's your time to go.
Chorus
My poetry's on the floor covered in grime
And the Birdman's on me 'cause I'm runnin' out of time!
Perhaps I should just wrap it up, say goodbye,
But cut me some slack, people, it's-- my fourth try?
I'm just a writer tryin hard to make a livin'
With the concrete abstractions my pencil's been spinnin.
Take it at face value, or dig a little deeper,
But it's up to you to decide if all this is a keeper.
If all this has been done for me, all of it's gonna pass
'Cause you know only what's been done in this life for Christ will last.
This song's been pretty shallow, this song don't weigh a ton,
So you can take out your earplugs, MC's song is done.
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