| Started this road when I was 19 regarded as a pipe dream
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| No smoke blowing I wrote knowing you light green
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| As a means to ripen as it seems my writing
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| Came from battling with free’s had me traveling for fee’s
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| We were five men Rez, Stro, me, Q, and Vice then
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| Getting shows in any juke that had a mic stand
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| Local groups they hated us focused youth
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| It made what had broken through the get they rust
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| Ain’t none of you up staging us
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| At least that’s what I told myself calling it survival
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| Made a beast out of my smaller self to call out any rival
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| Full of small town mentality’s grabbing at the crab to beat
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| Then craftily pulling you down when they at your feet
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| Actually when y’all look around and do the math you’ll see
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| Life is naturally pulling you down call it gravity
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| Halves of me were having these visions to play a rapper
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| Ambitions to play a pastor divisions I prayed to master
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| As synonyms religion and men remain a factor
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| Must have been the sin in them that made me ask
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| Much later playing churches debating what my worth is
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| Cus they payed me like a star
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| Displaying merch near where they worship sunday service
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| Now is it worth the cost to go
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| If they use your money to build concert halls instead of hospitals
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| All I know is that the thought never escaped me
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| Feeling like I was caught in something make believe
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| Well, well, well
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| There’s got to be a better way
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| Oh I know I know
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| There’s got to be a better way
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| I was a rocky mountain rapper doubting what I rap for
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| Feeling trapped for half my county’s in Iraq Wars
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| The other half would have me counting down to rapture
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| Asking bout my path and if I’m that sure
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| Roller coaster focus no longer youthful more like hopeless
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| Plus Q just told the crew that he had multiple sclerosis
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| All before he wrote his opus four was once five
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| On a tour with Pharcyde we were the new openers
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| Fast forward now who you think we’ve opened for
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| Traveling the road for four years doing sold out tours
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| We had The Roots, De La Soul, Tribe Called Quest and more
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| I mean Hyro, Mos Def, we slept on floors, in vans, a homeless shelter
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| Blessed by those adventures
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| Though the stress of getting so much less it never left us
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| At times feeling helpless reminded who the help was
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| Every time we saw the line up you know why people line up
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| The headliner in most minds we just the tail
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| Plus ones with some merch to sell
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| We went from being a big fish to being one that’s outta water
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| With a quarter and wish tryna work the well
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| You gotta pick up the scraps if you wanna go public
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| Feeling shackled to the struggle call it work detail
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| Cus sometimes hanging with kings takes a rope and a sac
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| Cus ain’t nobody giving rings to the opening act
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| Well, well, well
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| There’s got to be a better way
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| Oh I know I know
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| There’s got to be a better way |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catch as Catch Can, Pt. 2 , by - Mr. J. Medeiros. Song from the album Milk and Eggs, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп