| So much more than a rapper
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| they only write rhymes
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| while I’m a writer that
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| use rap to capture the times
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| My songwriting’s so exciting
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| like riding a bike
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| but speed, never exceed
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| what you can catch in a line
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| On rainy days
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| you never see me fightin' a vibe
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| my brainstorm can write
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| before the lightning strike, blow
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| Lost for days, moms taught me bout honest ways
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| I saw that crime don’t pay at the youngest age
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| just a southside kid from around the way
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| most of my friends did bids and extended stays
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| you just an animal once you get inside that cage
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| that’s why I fuck with basketball
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| I’m out there workin' on my J
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| Got some letters from some schools askin' me to play
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| it seemed to be the way to escape the inner city maze
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| a brave scholar, that loved art and praised knowledge
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| but got shot at, the summer 'fore he went to college
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| I never told my moms that, she had enough to bear
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| she sacrificed everything just to get me there
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| to see her baby boy graduate and shed a tear
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| computer science major, the math added an extra year
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| Found a sampler and put it on layaway
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| spent my Christmas break makin' beats every day
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| things I saw at high school told me stay away
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| but my love for the music never gon' fade away
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| High price to pay for degrees even then
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| five years of school the debt added an extra ten
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| but came home makin' more dough that all my friends
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| so when my fam needed my help, I could finally give
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| Moved to Cincinnati, couldn’t be stationary
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| fell out of love with the girl I moved there to marry
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| programmer first, local rapper secondary
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| battle anybody, wanted to be legendary
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| Try hard to get promoted but I wasn’t able
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| havin' better luck with the mic and the turntables
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| all we wanted was attention from a little label
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| kept pushin' even though my family wasn’t stable
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| Lost my big sis, hardest year of my life
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| pops got sick and told me not to stop by
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| makin' papers, still didn’t have a decent car
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| paying two mortgages cause mom got hurt on the job
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| Had to slow my roll from out there gettin' mine
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| to understanding how the family is intertwined
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| they all sacrificed so we could live a better life
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| so you gotta step up to the plate, when it’s your time
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| Remember this when you’re racin' towards the finish line
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| credit towards your fam should never be minimized
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| lotta people lean on them when they on the rise
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| see some success, then they wanna break the ties
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| Flippin' through the channels, landed on Charlie Rose
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| interviewin' Sting about all the songs he wrote
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| Charlie asked how a songwriter keep his hope
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| when Sting answered, I never dare forget the quote
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| He said the music get dark whenever things get bad
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| but artists gotta understand, it’s easier to paint with black
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| if you feel it coming on you gotta reel it back
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| cause people turn to us to hopefully escape from that
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| I try to think of that, time to time when I’m writing
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| responsibility that come along with the rhyming
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| don’t be the guy always talkin' bout the sky falling
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| don’t paint the dark cloud unless you paint the silver lining
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| That’s why I’m rhyming
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| to be that silver lining
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| to be the silver lining |