Lyrics A True Story - Peter James

A True Story

This is how a true story starts
Back when I was still so young at heart
Didn’t know who I was
Cause life was in the dark
Something clicked, and set the mark
Lightning like inspiration, the room lit up, I saw a spark
Learned how the fast paced life departs
Mind changing, take your time, climb to top of charts
I took the past, reversed time, to change all my directions
Took a weakness, made it better without any questions
This example, blowing off all their current projections
Heading north, unlike the 2020 elections
Made a mistake, filing for corrections
Just because they’re making money, doesn’t mean they came from blessings
Lesson one, the Devil’s work never goes unpaid
He wants more than handshakes, to make you lemon-aid
Well, I guess fame is what they claiming now
Sometimes I feel I like I was nothing but that’s changing now
Silent Riot, intentions are loud
You don’t stand for a solution, please sit the fuck down
Damn, a bunch of people tryna keep secrets
Make up stories, and the crowd will believe it.
See
I listen closely when you put weak artists on the come up
But then I see how they’re a quick one hit wonder
Electrifying, defying odds, now fear the thunder
It’s just a warning, forcing your hand, prepare for cover
Who am I, where do I belong?
When I wonder why I feel like I’m the next to prove em' wrong
I should make it a pun, when they discover that I’m it
But I’m ready for war no more «why can’t we be friends» shit
This is a prophecy, read the brail from the book
It took ya’ll a while, just to see what it took, they shook
And I just took out your queen
Watch the game, this checkmate, the pinnacle of strategy
Let ‘em be mad at me, giving mercy to the weak ones
No-one gave me a display of affection except my week ones
Peak the speaker, the dreamer, the leader’s teacher
Is preaching, reaching new heights, keep an honest demeanor.
Yeah
I never fear ‘em, they can tell by my facial expressions
Money motivated, waiting, I felt the progression
Damn, they keep asking my profession?
Tell ‘em making money simply by stating my perception
Injecting my beliefs, writing stories one verse at a time
Anxious to take back what’s rightfully mine
I’m ready, locked and loaded, pull the trigger, let em' have it
Feeling the rush run down my fingers, no backtrackin', Eric Clapton
Achro clappin' the masses, who laughed at his glasses
Back when his passion, surpassed the whole planet
People say I fell off, for three long years, Bitch
I’ve tripled my proficiency, to triple your fears.
Uh
Cause this is how a true story starts
Cause this is how a new story starts
Cause this is how it all fell apart
Weak and naive, with a dream to fly among the stars
So it starts…