in my teens i had dreams of being a famous rap star lol. this is one of the few songs i wrote that i don't cringe when i read it today. hope you guys enjoy it
if you play this first it might make a bit more sense
picture me, W R I D/
A-to-the-C U-L-to-the-E/
name i chose cuz it's all i was given/
so much sh*t to the point i was driven/
felt like n outkast, lived as a loner/
then i found the microphone started droppin stank-on-ya/
the i was respected, my music felt eclectic/
chemis-try-wit-me n the mic was electric/
then i had a dream more like a priminition/
keep spittin keep it movin just like a trasnmition/
smooth transition, from a boy to an mc/
one goal in life I, exsist simp-ly/
to let my feelings spill over to the page/
so that maybe i could rock the crowd on stage/
to think my music could ease their nerves/
now that's a picture worth a thousand words/ (so picture me)
picture me buried when i'm dead n gone/
picture the words that's on my tombstone/
picture 'em speakin' on the life i lead/
picture the vibe when my story is read/
picture them, speakin' on the all time greats/
the one that said "life was way to real to be fake"/
didn't have a sweet-tooth, didn't do it for the cake/
just tried to put his fam off in-an-estate/
showed all love to the fans who felt 'em/
and gave it all back to homeys who helped 'em/
didn't keep it gangster, didn't move packs/
wasn't hypnotized by the glamor or the rats/
only made tracks, married to the art/
hearin' him spit was like his whole heart/
poured through the speaker as it sucked you-in/
gave-you the feel-in it was just you n him/
conver-satin, him telling his story/
didn't give two sh*ts for the fame or the glory/
so for that his spot in history's reserved../
now that's a picture worth a thousand words/
hope you guys can dig it for what it is xd
if you play this first it might make a bit more sense
picture me, W R I D/
A-to-the-C U-L-to-the-E/
name i chose cuz it's all i was given/
so much sh*t to the point i was driven/
felt like n outkast, lived as a loner/
then i found the microphone started droppin stank-on-ya/
the i was respected, my music felt eclectic/
chemis-try-wit-me n the mic was electric/
then i had a dream more like a priminition/
keep spittin keep it movin just like a trasnmition/
smooth transition, from a boy to an mc/
one goal in life I, exsist simp-ly/
to let my feelings spill over to the page/
so that maybe i could rock the crowd on stage/
to think my music could ease their nerves/
now that's a picture worth a thousand words/ (so picture me)
picture me buried when i'm dead n gone/
picture the words that's on my tombstone/
picture 'em speakin' on the life i lead/
picture the vibe when my story is read/
picture them, speakin' on the all time greats/
the one that said "life was way to real to be fake"/
didn't have a sweet-tooth, didn't do it for the cake/
just tried to put his fam off in-an-estate/
showed all love to the fans who felt 'em/
and gave it all back to homeys who helped 'em/
didn't keep it gangster, didn't move packs/
wasn't hypnotized by the glamor or the rats/
only made tracks, married to the art/
hearin' him spit was like his whole heart/
poured through the speaker as it sucked you-in/
gave-you the feel-in it was just you n him/
conver-satin, him telling his story/
didn't give two sh*ts for the fame or the glory/
so for that his spot in history's reserved../
now that's a picture worth a thousand words/
hope you guys can dig it for what it is xd
