Just something to sit back and think about if you have dreams.
Been into this rap thing for 20 years now, listening and studying more than practicing. At 25 years old, I'm finally making moves. Yeah, it's long over due, but it is all in due time. Listening to my songs and checking out my page, people may get the idea that J Malice is a monster or sicko; couldn't be further from the truth. J Malice has a heart and is willing to bet any amount of wealth that it's bigger than anyone who chooses to come through here. Don't judge a book by it's cover. You have to open the pages and read inside if you really want to know about someone.
Lyrics
Reach up and touch the sky/
never think once about luck runs dry/
perfect life, more than enough to survive/
someone up above does love me, high five/
higher than cocaine and heroine mixed/
magic on the mic just like a barrel of tricks/
rhymes sweeter than Marilyn eating a bag of Skittles/
and a card packed full of Valentine's Day riddles/
sitting on top of the world like God/
hand in the clouds, Heaven gives me the nod/
down, but the work finally has payed off/
cause now I'm living the life, every minute of time/
my dreams of being draped in a three-piece/
now if all those who chose to hate could see me/
countless wishes, damn, everything that I'm getting/
you could swear up and down that I was paying a genie/
it's good fortune, from mic torching/
picture me with a fancy mansion in a painted portrait/
absolutely refused to forefit/
keep the Malice palace in orbit, hug the stars, absorb it/
I've given my heart, there's nothing to pay/
brushing off chumps with something to say
no longer am I slumped in a maze/
anyone can be a winner, if just for a day
Winner, hero, it's all the same/
you hear the clouds calling your name/
you own the world and everything in it/
it's all yours, every hour, every minute/
these rhymes I invented gave me my chance/
now I'm here, giving ya'll a glance/
it doesn't really matter if I've done enough to stay/
cause I can be a winner, if just for a day
I used to think dreams were stupid/
just something that seemed useless/
got to making all these dumb ludicrous excuses/
until I up and decided to go through it/
and give it my all, put myself on the line/
subject to my health not being fine/
blood, sweat and tons of eye-liquid/
these are all sacrifices that I lived with/
and for real, I assumed they'd go without a purpose/
but soon, life reversed it/
I found that hopes really are worth it/
they're richer than a rich service merchant purchase/
with merchandise, where you can hurt your eyes/
by the way of it's everlasting perfect shine/
ah, it feels great on top for a while/
especially if you forgot how to smile/
what's after this, I have to ask in silence/
probably straight back to the pad and writing/
staying up hectic days and mad nights/
grabing aspirin and crashing after sunlight/
whatever, at least I've had my slot/
where I can say I sat on top/
maybe it is back to plain-old, another day/
but I got to be a winner, if just for a day
