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Date of issue: 25.04.2013
Song language: English
Right Here |
Reflecting on my life, I often think about the solitude |
An only child, now a writer tryna follow through |
Gotta keep the bars tighter, people tryna follow dude |
So I’m pulling all nighters, rhymes made to bottle moods |
Of the populous, small towns, metropolis |
All down for stopping this manmade apocalypse |
Steadily approaching, forget the Mayan calendar |
We need to chop it up like an Iron Chef challenger |
Cause there’s too much heat in the kitchen |
Economies collapse every time I write a rap |
It seems, cash is deemed the God of all living |
So how do people think? |
«I'm not sharing my shit.» |
Need a paradigm shift from this era’s fine gifts |
Of selfishness and vanity |
How can it be that selflessness |
Rarely found under the canopy and helplessness |
Is what most people feel? |
Someone tell me what’s the deal, we’re all disconnected |
If it doesn’t matter then it’s probably respected |
Check it, and let cha head nod to the record |
Right here in ya ear, if this world you wanna leave |
For a second, left it and came back refreshed |
Don’t forget it, that’s the method for coping with the mess |
The problems of the world are so intricate |
And like you, I’m just tryna make some sense of it |
The world is a lonely place |
But I’m right here wit cha, right here wit cha |
I learn from my own mistakes |
So I’m right here wit cha, right here wit cha |
In the deserts and the frozen lakes |
Yea I’m right there wit cha, right there wit cha |
Can’t calm the nerves or you couldn’t find the words? |
Let me paint that picture, paint that picture |
My prior hustle was contingent on a work ethic |
Stacking chips, taking yours wasn’t worth repping |
Preying on the weak, wolf slaying on the sheep |
Every, day of the week with fourteen hour grinds |
Of course was tryna shine, in boxer shorts confined |
In isolation more than Kobe and Wade combined |
The end result was a moderate gain |
Not the opulent range that was the popular aim |
Of the deep competition, playing the cards dealt |
Crashing hard on the felt, forced into submission |
Often the tale told of numerous failed pros |
It’s a dirty game like mining for shale gas |
My most money hungry, appetite it fell fast |
Hard to digest if you’re swallowing stale cash |
So the players throw it up, continue the roll of luck |
And stay content with the fact that they’ll never know enough |
Mannnnnnn, I feel in touch with all the loneliness |
I’ve been blessed so I feel at least I owe you this |
A little piece of me for those receiving peaceably |
I know luck is never distributed equally |
But I’m here and so are you |
It appears there’s nothing new |
The problems of the world are so intricate |
And like you, I’m just tryna make some sense of it |