So what You got alittle sumtin on the high end But does It ever really make you Feel good... got somethin to say? Yea
So what They tryen put ya down on the Low end But do they ever really really Feel good got somethin to say? Yea
What happens when your material things, become immaterial Does the fear in you bring the same type of adrenaline a few thousand hearing you sing Or does it bring you to your knees while your clearing your brain. I know im after the same, Treadin water after every offer that has came Trying to be myself in the valley of the fake Trying to fix myself up every hour could break.
And when the times get easier, now they all needin ya, Following the leader to The promised land A modest man I was before, I won the war, And when things were difficult, no one every gave a fuck, Maybe skill, maybe luck, Either I way I made it up and so what. So what.
Where do you go when everyone is gone The same people who first appeared when you got on, It aint equal to the years that made it seem so long For you to achieve the damn things you knew along... And I battled the same So original they couldn't give my style a name Now there's a million me's But only one runs the lane, And scores points with honesty I aint after the fame, And when it came to breaking point, people raised they hands so I had to make a point Roll it up and fold it up I walked into the joint, and made it mine And when it boiled to particulars Getting down or liven it up or given it up Or given a who knows where how and what or maybe whyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
