Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Share This, artist - Soul Position. Album song 8,000,000 Stories Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.05.2007
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Share This |
Study this as you study your first born |
My first song was pain personified in song |
The longest sequence is looped for days long |
Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are |
Known to drop a lot quicker than a child’s tears |
And drown out the drama that I didn’t want to share |
The load I wouldn’t wish upon my enemies to bear |
The times I used to tell myself you didn’t want to hear |
Until the reason in my rhyme become clear |
Now what I write makes the load a lot lighter |
The story of my life epitomizes imperfection |
As a musical where every scene seems to lack direction |
And I stand center stage stunned by what’s happening |
Blinded by the lights, cameras, action |
Although I never asked for this lead role |
It seems that God decided it a long time ago |
I was chosen for this |
Given the gift to gain and maintain the crowd’s cheers |
I break bread over beats with like-minded peers |
And share the story of my last trip into the atmosphere |
On the ninth cloud, I sat Indian style |
Arms outstretched and Hell in God’s breath |
I saw the stairway to heaven |
And counted one-hundred and forty-four thousand steps |
I wanted to climb but it wasn’t my turn yet |
So I returned to earth just before the sun set |
And I could stare, waiting for this golden opportunity to share |
Now I share this with you |
I’ll share this with you |
With all of you |
I’ll share this with you |
I’ll share this with |
Each and every |
One of you |
Now in my younger days that quickly passed |
I fell asleep in history class |
Not enchanted by past misery |
I’d rather chase down the present with a glass of Hennessy |
And tilted my flower-like childhood wilted when my innocence was secluded |
Plus the water we gave to it stayed polluted like the veins of cocaine users |
My blood stream’s still a little murky from flash-backs of murder scenes |
Medical emergencies that fell upon deaf ears |
Over 8 million stories in a city that nobody wants to hear |
But as bad as it appears, I am happy that I’m here |
To share this with you |
To share this with you |
To share this with |
All of you |
To share this with you |
Share this with you |
Share this with |
Each and every one of you |
Heh, and share I will |
I’ll share the nights where fist fights left somebody’s body lying still |
The ice grills, the cold Ohio night’s chill |
I’ll even share the blood spill |
The memory of all my loved ones killed |
The unpaid bills |
The pain of a terminally ill |
My ill will towards my rivals |
My approach towards hip-hop survival |
The circumstance that made some suicidal |
The same circumstance that made others homicidal |
The signs of the vital |
The ways of the trial |
The dope fiends that walk around my block in denial |
The short life cycles |
The minds that lie idle |
My people that got out of court on a missed trial |
My hunger to become more grounded in the Bible |
Is smiled on behalf of my last day’s arrival |