A mother lost her child, I tried to ease her pain
It’s only God’s will, she said she felt the same.
It’s funny how the sun will up and battle rain
As if the clouds couldn’t stand to see me outside again
Wrote a rhyme that was kind, with some vision to it
Bottom line, it might expand yo mind if you listen to it
Too much shine can dull the soul
If you feel how I feel then I rap some more
How can the Devil take my brother if he’s close to me
When he was everything I wasn’t but I hoped to be
I get a little honest, and I ask my self
If the time come will you save me if I ask for help
Send my mind on a journey to the outermost
To document what it had seen, and Cc: me the notes
And ask Kurt Cobain why, cause I need to know
He stopped when he had such a long way to go
I saw love in the eyes of a perfect stranger
She overlooked my caring heart in search of a gangsta
Will we ever be together? Only time will tell
She called my phone and talk to me as her eye would swelled
I put my problems in box beside my tightest rhymes
Under lock and key, buried deep off in my mind
And when it gets too full, and I can’t close the lid
I spaz on my family and my closest friends
Trade my materials for a piece of mind
I’m so close to Heaven, Hell I just need some time
Who cares about life, and the highs and lows
Maybe I should write another song about pimps and hoes
Cars and clothes, Idol Gods, Golden Cabs, Louie Scarfs
I do this for the love, and it’s free of charge
I don’t need jail to be behind bars
This is purely art, in my Grandma’s household this was surely taught
Don’t be naive, yea these time’s is hard. In the midst of all the glamor, hope you find god
I never wished to be the burden bearer
But souls need saving and it’s now or never
Shock value is all they wanna see
It’s us against them, and it’s just you and me
Try to take heed what I say in my songs
Forgive me if I ever ever steered you wrong
Most people stop for signs, but I’ve driven through it
If it don’t touch my soul, then I can’t listen to it
The radio don’t play the shit I used to love
Or maybe I’m just growing up
I never seen a star on a red rug
If I wanna see a stars I just look above
To the Heavens
YEEESS. Ma dude made it to Rolling Stone. Coming in the December 8th issue.
This King won’t be forgotten in time.
Devin and Krit at the Fillmore Silver Spring
BIG K.R.I.T, I honestly can say that his songs really do affect me. Tons of rapers rap about their tough lives, and I mean yeah sad, I pity, but for K.R.I.T I admire.
You’d ball hard too if all your life you lived frugal, wishing on a star for Js but got Pumas that were passed down to you ‘cause your brother out grew ‘em.
(Source: tetralogy)
Back up, cause its on
Break of dawn
Poppin tops
Takin shots
Vibin til the early morn’
I aint trippin if I make it home.
