[Intro] Yeah, uh Yeah, uh, alright There was once this multi-platinum artist, nah, nah, nah Yeah, uh, alright
[Verse] There was once this multi-platinum artist, who had the father's heart from his heart's desire Despite being the one you admire, million dollars worth attire, what else could he acquire? Empty heart 'cause of events that had occurred much prior to his rise of fame Lack of self-esteem, lack of identity, was his name Unlimited potential that was wasted, it's such a shame Another statistic, it's so horrific, this fucking game Left this music shit with only crumbs, there was nothing gained Seems to be a regular occurrence, there's something strange, I'll explain He's from a small city in West Virginia, Morgantown, if I remember correctly Childhood trauma, resentment was heavy, towards his momma His lifestyle a true mellow drama, a real tragedy Piss poor, clothes was raggedy, let's take it back when he Was down low to music off Rhapsody When Soulja Boy had first went platinum, you could easily fathom A bunch of kids dancing hard with all of their cousins When all of a sudden, his momma would come through and start buggin' But she was bi-polar, recognized that once he got older She never sober, feeling like the world on his shoulders Or takes it a day at a time, such a dangerous mind His first thoughts of suicide occurred by the age of nine Fragile thoughts of a child, parents caught in denial Fillin' a river of pain, but shit, they far from the Nile Circumstance, hard as a smile, sees a anger harvester, now The memories, they all start to compile Remember his father, he'd tell you more, but why even bother He was a monster, touched on his sister, beat on his momma Still dealin' with this childhood trauma while on his tour Signed for five albums, one million dollars, but wanted more Dishonest lawyers and terrible managers made him sure That everything was okay, but we heard this story before So I bring it way back to beginning, which is the endin' Of this parable I gave you, I feel like it needed attention Mansion was rented, accountant underhanded his business Said "Fuck it all", he might as well end it [*Gunshot*]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
