I’m fucking sick of hearing all these rappers’ hyperbolic stories
How they’re tearing up the clubs and selling drugs in their mid-forties
A man can make his money
But money don’t make him a man
They boost themselves up,
And then they put down their fans
I’m a small man with big plans
Doin shows for my family
And if one day that changes
And I blow up like Linsanity
I’ll never forget any one of my friends
I can’t erase where I have been
Built up and then broke down again
I’m glad I never I saw my end
I’ve seen where that shit leads
Into hospital waiting rooms
Families tense outside
Awaiting any news
And I’m like dude don’t go telling me
About the people you’re outselling
If you’ve been given a mic and voice
This world needs you yelling
Tell your fans to keep hope
And that their taste in music’s dope
And when their backs are against the ropes
That’s you’ve been there and you know
That you aren’t perfect
You have their attention, deserve it
Honestly show me a modest MC:
Not one? Just me?
Forget my face, forget my brand
Forget Myspace, I do what I can
To help because I’ve lost some people,
Lost some sleep and felt unequal
Pop stars, here’s the church
Allow me to raise the steeple
Write your own verses
Stop re-selling a sequel
I don’t freestyle about me
Cuz I don’t think it means shit
If I were to die tomorrow, I’d wanna stand by what I’ve spit
I have one goal in my life, for St. Peter to give me a pound-it
And tell me I left this world a better place than how I found it
I’m an actor mashing influences up to find my niche
Don’t need all the bread or all the cake just want a piece
And I’m not talkin’ guns, cuz all this fire needs to cease
The only bombs I ever wanna drop are over beats
Anxiety, depression and repression of emotions
I admit it over the kick, so that you feel me in the hope that you will
Meet me in the front row, steal my songs after the show
Put your hands up, and let yourselves go
Fuck guns, fuck money, fuck hooks, give hope
Misogynistic kids who think they’re prodigies are wrote
Egos take a backseat, I’ll assist you like an athlete
Maybe I just write like this cuz I wasn’t an athlete
Don’t know where the rap path leads, but I’m down to wander
Hip-hop, folk, punk-pop, we don’t need a genre
I’ve stated my purpose, I’ve given my mantra
By myself I am worthless, but with my fans I’ve got an entourage
Of all ages, a composite of all races
I don’t care where you come from, out of closets or cages
Help me, help yourself out, let’s create some changes
Let’s start now, today, and end up on the front page