Mellow, depressed type sh***. I had a lot of problems, and thought i'd share it.
I'm a hip hop emcee...not a rap artist. People say I sound like Saigon and Nas, with a little bit of underground flavor. I do hardcore hip hop, love songs, and
Well, i'm an aspiring hip hop artist, built around one central subject: REAL Hip Hop. I'm dedicated to it and always have been ever since I went underground. At the age of 10, I've been making graphics and started writing raps, and now i'm 16. At 12, I discovered underground artists and started to expand my ear by listening to more. While 15, during the summer my friend in my group "Trip L" (unik stylez) notified a small-time label in my city and talked to him about us. Currently, i'm in this label. That label is Block Burna Records. No matter what I do, i'm going to try and bring back real hip hop and stop all of these gimmicks and images.
Story behind the song
I just been going through a lot of stuff during the past couple months, and decided to express it through my music. It's about my problems and how i'm trying to cope with them. I put a lot of emotion in it, and I almost cried.
Lyrics
[VERSE 1]
I'm a walking time bomb, a man who's built on depression//
A lesson for the less fortunate, lord just give me my blessings//
You haven't helped me..and my problems just thicken with grief//
Until I fix all of these ailments? I will feel no relief...//
(sigh), i'm sick of feeling something i'm not//
Bottling all of my true feelings that's cooked up in this pot//
I would tell EVERYONE I love them, but it's fact that I don't//
I wanna love em..wanna care, except it's fact that I don't//
I'm a monster, my reasons? Cuz i'm mad at this world...//
(Yeah...cuz i'm mad at this world)
Ayo, i tried expressing all my feelings, but people tend to get pissed//
So instead i'm making a song so i can end all of this//
I'm gettin even crazier, as I write on my mind//
I feel like killin off my soul, and take my life with a nine//
There's a war i'm involved in, and it deals with my thoughts//
I feel a slight, stabbing feeling, and the feeling is sharp//
Alone, there's no comparison, i'll die on my own//
Nobody will ever know, unless i try on the phone//
To say my goodbyes, my sorries, and last but not least...//
The pains that..let all out before my grasp was deceased//
I gotta....gotta.....(fuck, i can't do this anymore)..
(Fuck life, fuck all this shit....na, i gotta do this)
Gotta....gotta...gotta get back on track before I do this again//
The only thing I have is music that i'll use to the end//
I feel like there's no help to cope with what's abusing me and..//
I feel like everything I do is fuckin useless to win..//
[HOOK]
Music...music is all i got (to survive in this life, you gotta cope with ya problems)
Music...music is all i got (to live, muthafucka, look i'm tryin to live)
Music...music is all i got (how i'ma live life if i'ma just throw it away)
Music...music is all i got (it's all i got...[echo])
[VERSE 2]
I'm only here to suffer mentally than die from my age//
I was put on this Earth to die, instead of rhyme on a page//
My future, my pride, no answer, they're all shattered and gone//
I wish I had somethin to live for, not just rap on a song//
Maybe a baby in the future, dat'll grasp on my arm//
Maybe be there for all his life, cuz i'm a bastard and all//
Yeah, dat'd be enough to try and set my life on it's path//
I can think of myself so peacefully, just sit back and laugh//
I feel so roped with strings attached to me...robust as a slave//
Music helped me to get all through this than post up in a grave....//
(Then post up in a grave.......i'm not done, man)
[HOOK]
Music...music is all i got (to survive in this life, you gotta cope with ya problems)
Music...music is all i got (to live, muthafucka, look i'm tryin to live)
Music...music is all i got (how i'ma live life if i'ma just throw it away)
Music...music is all i got (it's all i got...[echo]) (x4)
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