Is this what this shit is all about can someone tell me Why these blood, sweat and tears, years I give seem so unhealthy Like seeing the beast unmasked for the first time so unveiling Yet its heartful It went from thoughtful To feeling heartbroke And so its melan Thinking about being on the stage with them nigga's Sweating giving you whatever you paid for them tickets No it is not another act today that just give it To you like in the way we do makes it exquisite Making this hittits Taking this trippits Goin' on the internet and facing this critics Saying "his sickic" is great to hear But all the compliments it ain't paying me shitic
Its like this music thing is my drug habit and your making me kick it But on the other hand me having to go without it would make me get sinic? Gather you to prevent that all it would take is a little bit of basic incentive Cause I dont think know that without your support a career would flaking and finish
So take a quick minute Put your whole damn face in this business See what I go through on a daily when numbers don't add up and take a quick visit Though the mind where patience was given', find the grave and pray for this nigga Got my whole life written in pencil and all your doing is erasing this livin'
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If I just happen to stop it would be catastrophic But since this matter of topic Lets get back to options I could just get a job and get right back to docking Move in a wack apartment and confine myself into a one room shack is hardly What can happen? I wouldn't make enough to provide for the family without the rapping But your asuming That we get paid good Cause we keep touring But in actuality You dont know about this game, nigga you dont know about this rain You dont know about the six kids that I have to feed nigga when the stomach got pains Its so insane Cause I'm making a hit they come and takin, it all away And before I consolidate Nothing to salvage, from hearing my daughter say "there goes the gifts for the holidays" But we all OK Is what I hear, when I know its just words of comfort Is what I fear, if I own nothing else I know one thing If you don't buy records, I don't eat If I don't eat, then its time to go and count on streets If I don't leave, my 7 to a jail house cell then my destiny is 6 feet hollow deep And thats all I need A Rest In Peace for poor old me I'm hearing that everybody love me Boy you got a real good way of showing me
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If I could go back to when all of this happened and start when rappin was innocent Where niggas was happy you did it a rally for love when streets were replenishin'
But those are my sentiments Now the shit is so menacin' Venom in many men Give them an in And they would go in your window And load right up under your nose In a minute man
How can I get it back Im too addicted with Signing this autographs Taking this pictures with People I never knew Its in my ligaments Im just compelled to do Whats in my spirit when Everything is genuine Hand me that sliver pen I get strait with you Right after this gentlemen Tired as fuck But I'm full of adrenaline Cause I just dont know When I can do it again Fresh off the stage After giving you energy Best show you ever seen Everyone witnessed it Im so committed Its highly ridiculous Song after song at 310% Mingle with kids on the floor Right before we go on And that's so they know I'm official with Keeping it real But it ain't increasing the sales It feels like I'm a new lyricist
And this ain't no Tech N9ne flow How many Kutt Calhoun's Tech N9ne know Tech my bro And be the the first nigga that will tell mothafucka's "betta check my growth" So unless I croak I ain't never gonna rest my throat And when I depend On the likes of men Cause god gon bless my soul