VERSE 1
This, question of fate has a white face,
A red stripe on the right side and 25 lines
It stares back at me asking "You ready to quit?"
"Get a real job and do something legit?"
....Sadly, the answer is no.
I love to be this poet and this feeling is dope
But as long as I got these words in my throat
I will never question my soul
But in a year from now will I still be able to make it?
Wishing I had dropped out like Kanye's spaceship?
When I think of music
and the reason why I make it
I try to remember fun
and that while I'm playing its like
CHORUS-8 bars
Its like sitting back and chill with the fam, on a Sunday afternoon
Food is cooking and the game is on as yall all crowd into the room.
Its like, sitting back and chill with the fam on a Sunday afternoon
The sun is seting and the moon's telling you that Monday's will be here soon
VERSE 2
For the first time in my life I feel like
The doors are broken open, now I'm hoping
That the words about to be spoken half enough flow in
em to keep me coasting coast to coast
cuz I'm told thats the token
networking from Oakland to Hoboken
On the stage I'm never choking, man in fact it gets me open
Leaving stages broken, and microphones smokin
The equivalent to an ounce and a half, so just puff puff pass
sit back and get the toting
Who am I?
I'm a nobody
But prolly the hottest nobody you never heard of
Getting lost up in this heard of emcees that would murder
and given track, given that I don't have no cosign
I'm spending every last dime on this stack of rhymes
Feeling backwards at times, I'm nitpickin every word verb and line
When the rapper of the year don't make sense half the time
Man I got half a mind to put this napsack on my back and keep walking
all across the country from evergreens to palm trees
But this dreams the only thing holding me back
from telling my mom's PEACE
Almost got a degree, I'm spending it on beats
for a field where success means you barely eat
But every time I get a nine to five I'm reminded why
I struggle and strive to keep it all alive.
I take nothing granted
my feet are planted
Imma push off and won't stop til I've landed
When this crazy world makes me feel I can't stand it
Imma sit back and start laughing
and just imagine
Chorus
credits
from Capstone EP,
released August 25, 2009
Prod by The Naysayers
Mixed by Mykael Alexander
Mastered by David Pollock
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