A track about not being able to let go of something you love. Excuse the audio.
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Some things you love... you can't let go
1st verse
Have you ever done something in you life that became your love and your passion?
Something you feel you gon do til you stop breathing and gasping?
When go through shit and need a grip, it help you start grasping
A hold of what you need to, so you could roll to where you need to
So hey, for one day, you could put the whole world beneath you
And feel that nothing and no one can defeat you
That's the feeling that started to creep through/ when I attempted to grab a pen, and begin writing my first bar
Once I spit it, I admit it, I got addicted, didn't want to quit it, but just didn't know how far/ that I'll go with it
I figured I'll just flow with it/ cause once a verse was over with/
Whatever was on my chest, I got off most of it
But you get better as writing become repetition
Whoever think they're better, now it's a competition
Now more than the music, it's like you're on a mission
To be the B-E-S-T and hold on to the position
Then you come to the decision:
"Why be a musician, and try sharing ya vision, if it's not supporting ya living?"
But ya love for it never went away
That's why I always wanna leave but I always stay
And watch the game from the sidelines but been there ever since
Why I'm addicted to the game when I'm still on the bench?
Know what... I don't know
Hook:
But when I try to leave the game, I can't. It's so hard
I won't leave the game. I won't. Brett Favre.
I tried to leave the game. I can't. It's so hard.
I won't leave the game. I won't. Brett Favre.
Brett Favre, Brett Favre
I won't leave the game. I won't. Brett Favre.
I don't know why. But I try to size up the facts.
I'm magnetized to the game. It keep on pulling me back.
2nd Verse
Fuck this shit don't pay.
I'll walk away, but everyday
I'll probably only end up... in the mirror still asking
"Will you really let this happen?
Walk away from your rapping...
If it's really your passion/ you'll only end up relapsing
And find yourself right back in that booth. Yeah back in that lab
God honest truth, look the importance it had
I narrated my life, my pain and my strife
My bad days, my good days
My sad days, my hood days
Days I chilled in the hood, got drunk and chief
My music was:
my griefs, my beliefs, and my beefs
My trials, my tribulations
Obstacles I was facing
Crime participation
My conflictions, my addictions to street drug prescriptions
The hating some handed me
Those that didn't give a damn bout me
And even my family
Those that had my back, those who gave me a chance
A reason to wave ya hands man
A reason to dance
Every woman in my life, every romance
Women I found love worthy,
Who didn't desert me and hurt me, who didn't deserve me
They thought I didn't show them as much care
As I did the mic and snare
You could call it a foursome, cause the kick drum was always there
No love could compare to my love for the game
And it's hard to explain, but that love for it still remains
Though I don't see it the same
Cause I watched the game from the sidelines but been there ever since
Why I'm addicted to the game when I'm still on the bench?
Know what... mm mm mmm
(Hook)
3rd Verse
I know with music, you can use it to get money one day
If I'm staring at Monday, I need money on Sunday
I can't wait for some day
Looking at it in one way, that's what done me
However, it was never about the money
But for the love of the rapping
When I turn my back to it, my feet get to tapping
Head start bobbing and nodding and my hands get to clapping
Voice humming, fists drumming, gums get to flapping
And I'm spitting how I can't say good riddance; feel like I'm trapped in/
A twisted love affair/ I swear/ yeah a fatal attraction
Like I'm clawing and scratching
to get off the bench and put heat in the game
some with deals not ill, some weak and some lame
Them and I not the same
Dumbasses dropping passes; Let me put my cleeks in the game
I'm better than the starters and oughta be in the game but I ain't
Maybe I should walk away from it all, but fuck it, I can't
watch the game from the sidelines, I been there ever since
I'm addicted. Fuck this. Fuck this bench
(Hook)
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EssinoDub 11 months ago
Dude, that track is sick man. I love it!! Storm
chrisstorm666 11 months ago