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Peak #1,092
Peak in subgenre #624
Author
reazson
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reazson
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July 03, 2005
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MP3 5.7 MB • 128 kbps • 6:11
Lyrics
A lot of typos...
i got somethin on my mind, every second every day/
pick the pen up, fed up plan whatever it takes/
dreams left in place, mayb its betta that way/
ill demonstrate, if i jus could step away/
open heavens gates, cuz im right on pace/
ta sayin goodbye in this life long race/
it might take long, ill get my mind on track/
o why do i i keep takin my eyes off that/
im so focused, whas goin on around me/
kids countin money, sellin pounds a weed/ oh
im sound asleep, say im dead ta the world/
ill only be religious wen im dead in this world
i got a cross on but its jus for show/
u got a cross to but its jus for show/
seems all these momenst come n go/
so im takin this numba n holdin it oh so close/
iunno yet but i heard it before/
that wen ya pockets get full, hatas surface in bulk/
iunno yet but ive seen it before/
that wen these people get greedy they believie in u more/
im seein things, like stpehen king in u/
u kill dreams, like i dont see a thing in you/
believe me its there u gotta look deep/
if u dont believe then u gotta trust me/
can anybody feel what im going through/
see what im goin thru, i feel like blowin it off/
ima keep goin, cuz i dont know this at all/
keep goin til i know rap on a first name basis/
wait a minute, i must be drifitin off/
caught in the moment, real lifes getttin invloved/
im sicka waitin, sicka sittin thru it all/
im waitin for a moment n its been too long/
theres too many, tryin ta slow me down/
plus more or less try n ta hold me down/
soona or lata itll all die down/
n by that time, im kickin ova this entire town/
i rele appreciate this time ta vent/
i rele feel like what im sayin is common sense/
a broken record skippin in my mind/
a drumroll keeps hittin in my mind/
draw success in ur mind, ima draw it in mine/
drinkin coffee being at the office at nine
autograph signin, workin in a studio/
puttin in work in LA shootin videos/
its too perfect but jus walk wit me tho/
jus for a second drift off wit me so/
i dont feel like a loner in a blind mans world/
cuz im seein, what u cant n its my own world/
what im seein is not real life then rap/
write it down, seems so real on the pad/
everyday its war, seems its all a reanactment/
puttin lifes on the line like cocaine addicts/
m writin, but cant help ta feel stupid/
seems im the only one producin real music/
ever since pac passed in nintey six/
hip hop went wit em, its like it dont exist/
but im jus anotha face in the crowd/
every1s against me n im facin the crowd/
like i said im tired of waitin this out/
tired a bein jus anotha face in the crowd/
n my motive seems its in the back a my mind/
cuz i only think bout it half of the time/
the more i think bout it, the more im hated
cuz i write it down, record, n expose the fake shit/
not am i tha only one thas right/
but im the only one thas real in my eyes/
it like im cocky in a different kinda way/
but in a diffrent kinda way im a do whatever it takes/
im not willin ta get pushed out my snakes/
have em leach onto every dollar i make/
its like i reached out ta make dollas n sense/
n now im tryin ta make sense, at my own expense/
its irony again when i pick the pen up/
memorys of 10 plus haters steppin up/
waitin till i give my defenses up/
thell be waitin a long time, ima get what i came for/
at least one or 2 fans at a show/
not one or two fake handclaps then they go/
cuz im not lookin for sympathy, keep that known/
but ill leave it at that and seal this closed/
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