The reason why, is simply dollars signs in mind
Just here to make enough, to stay alive for my life
So I sit here and write, making every words just right
This isn’t like a rerun, I’m in it for the long run
It’s time for you all to see, my time has come
I regret nothing I’ve done, even if its in the moment
I go ahead and push away my fear, and just control it
Similes and metaphors, English class wasn’t a bore
These words and phrases, I loved to go and explore
Trained my self to write, mulits lessons from vets
I’m at the point now, what do I need to learn next
Soak rap up like a sponge, wring me out and see
A perfect symphony of rhymes, it’s obviously
My practice paying off, getting better everyday
I spit an array of lines, see what sticks to the display
I don’t know why
But I still try
I grab the mic
And things feel right
I don’t know why
But I still try
I get on stage
And things feel okay
I guess I have to keep proving, my spoken lyrics
Have to keep up to date, keep my words coherent
But the news puts rap in a bad place, like stay away
These words seem to seep in your brain and decay
Fuck shit like that, I learned to many words from rap
Make every one like that take a headphone and sit back
Listen to the subliminal message, incased in the rhymes
Don’t critique music, on the ones who speak about crimes
And boast about their cars, rims, and their money
Just shrug them off, and laugh like your pretty funny
This is the new generation, bringing real stories
Not worrying about, how much is in our inventory
Even though my name seems to be Hollywood like
Me and that world have absolutely nothing alike
I do this for my own reason, only myself I am pleasing
The only thing about fame, is it’s the thing I am seizing
Now I know why
That I still try
I grab the mic
And things feel right
Now I know why
That I still try
I get on stage
And things feel okay
Listening to D.O.A, and I started to write something, I actually kinda like it!
