Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Epic, artist - Rasheed Chappell. Date of issue: 13.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Kay-Dee
Song language: English
My Epic |
| Sorry for confusion illusions I don’t provide |
| Hungry bellies turn to felons the place I reside |
| Homicide on the daily babies born to addiction |
| The outside world I offer my description |
| Clinics abort a fetus the loss of Black genius |
| Adidas hang on wires as a symbol of death |
| Life we don’t appreciate houses they depreciate |
| Use anything to numb it out helps to alleviate |
| The load carried, roads travelled alone |
| It’s my poetic justice |
| I’m facing life in this poem |
| Started as a hobby for fun, rhyming for sport |
| To my people I’m their savior, live I report |
| As a portrait of humanity forgotten by society |
| Often emulated now ain’t that fucking irony |
| They package and they sell it, distribute and make millions |
| We fight for the crumbs from the top |
| Through glass ceilings, pray that we can make it out |
| 'Cause we got hopes and dreams but they hard to attain |
| With no ways and means so we cook clean |
| Athlete rap, sing, ghetto and the Barrios |
| Africans and Latins, I speak for you, I sincerely do |
| I see your beauty and they gon' see it too |