[D-Sisive] I'm sittin at the ACC, anticipatin laughs My backstage pass laminate hangs A proud friend seated in the bleachers Stadium status, started from scratch Spins radio classics, the beats kill Thousands of tickets scanned, the seats filled When I grow up, I wanna be like him The beat got louder, the lights dimmed A short video played on the big screens The sound drowned in the howling of thick screams That got louder, when out walked the one feature It was BeatleMania, for Russell Peters
It was just a week ago when I was skimmin magazines on an indigo shelf When I saw him on the cover of a Readers Digest Dope~! My fingers gripped the spine and Flipped it to the page where his article was printed I read the Q&A grinnin I went back to a quote about his dad passin a year prior A quote I can relate to I wish I couldn't but the cards were dealt It was up to us to play the game through And play strong cause nobody gets to play two When his dad died he was generating close to 80 G's a year, a couple hundred heads at Yuk-Yuks paid to see him, a commendable career But heaven needed an angel When his dad died, that's when success came to see him Worldwide attention, hail-ups and cheers Pockets gained weight, moved out the Yuk-Yuks basements And into stadiums and theaters He fought through the heartache and pain His father became, his guardian angel I was rowin in the same boat, sort of Far from makin the same dough, but after my father died, that's when I started strollin down the paved road to makin my name known My father always hated me in rap music Told me I fucked up by bein a bad student I'd tell him "One day, I'll win a damn Juno And you and me will be there in matchin black suits" He'd roll his eyes and laugh like I was jokin Then ask me to pass him whatever I was smokin My dad left me an orphan I filled a notepad with my story, "The Book" dropped and kids ate up my new EP Hopped on a jet plane to Vancouver, B.C. Nominated for my first J On March 29th, my birthday One step closer to fulfillin my old dream But I was only one half of the whole team Even though he was watchin from the nosebleeds He wasn't with me in the hairy rows And I kept thinkin to myself this is not fair All I wanted was my pop there With me sitting at the B.C. Place, anticipatin claps His backstage pass laminate hangs A proud dad, seated in the bleachers Stadium status...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
