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Make Room
- My head keeps spinning and ears keep ringing
- My dreams are beating me, life keeps killing me
- Best start begin living dreams before it starts leaving me
- My whole family's hating what I'm becoming
- their all comparing me to others' troubles
- particularly my cousin's hustling,
- slanging ain't nothing, i don't like shortcutting
- he was making it his life and i wasn't.
- I was all caught up in that bullshit and was never conspicuous
- Now that he’s convicted everyone’s getting suspicious
- of every choice and decision that came across me yearly,
- now eyes are switching and I'm outta vision cuz emancipation's near me
- my friends and fam hear me,
- the closet shelves are squeaking, the skeletons are peaking
- there are some secrets that will soon be leaking.
- Rather its through the lyrics spitten
- or school and the zero shits I'm giving,
- lyrics are the only thing being written during the teachings.
- I'm sick of the useless lecturing school keeps blabbering
- Scholarships, ooo I’m flattered there’s nothing else I rather then
- Gather my mind in musical pastures lathered with
- actual images of enemies in the gardens while i pollute the dirt
- against the statutes then salute while the world just hurts
- hurl the bullshit, these words of sweat and tears will soon be heard.
- I needa moment, so loan it, watch me own it
- And make room for me …
- [Hook:]
- Don’t step me
- You thought i wasn't ready, there's no holding it in, it done left me,
- I ain't begging I'm taking the jelly, you can't stop me so let me
- I’m already angry so if you step me, you’ll feel the wrath of me…
- so make room for me...
- If you’re real you’re probably debating if I’m fake,
- But I’m not making trips lab to lab every single day,
- Nor am I contemplating on every single tape,
- There’s more to say, so if you relate that’s great,
- But I’m taking the bate, ‘n all the respect in this lake,
- Best to take in all the breath you can take
- Cuz I don’t think the game will ever be the same,
- But from where I stand today,
- I see fame and change and all the shame I’ll make,
- On my family’s hate for the young boy they raised.
- Sorry fam i don't see school changing what i am
- its often i don't even know who i am,
- and these Catholics think they can fix anything man,
- i wouldn't let a faggot touch me if he can.
- Is this all just fantasy dream or future controversy fit to spring,
- A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds
- Like countries losing their planes like car keys,
- Distracting you from your future anarchy.
- But from me it really don’t mean a thing,
- Not yet at least but ‘til I’m off the leash
- With you, my CD, and maybe MTV or something,
- But ‘til then just hear this significant message from me,
- And keep ya ears listening ‘n sniffing for a track by me,
- And significantly move your feet and make room for me.
- [Hook]
- Huh, looking at him you wouldn’t think,
- Some shit like this would be Keith,
- He couldn’t have a word in streets,
- But wait now that I think,
- It’s starting to make sense
- The scars on his fist, the adrenaline he gets,
- When nerves grow and words are soared its,
- A scary thing to see, its revenge he seeks,
- And when questions are asked he forgets,
- Says shit like this shoulda never been experienced,
- It was sorta an accident, and a witness?
- No more does he exist, all are missing,
- Whether it was prison or a killing,
- Thinking of who he could mention this
- To and who would sit ‘n listen shit?
- Sounds like some bullshit,
- Growing up struggling jump back to the hustle
- That’s, broken but someone just lacks the hustle,
- To straighten his lane and finish the game,
- But which one, it’s all starting to seem the same.
- Now that’s just more complications
- Cuz the more I contemplate it
- I shoulda stayed ‘n maybe slang some shit,
- But here comes graduation,
- And that’s more emancipation
- More mistakes could be made ‘n
- Less shitty whites bragging how there parents
- Just went out and bought them the greatest iPad ‘n
- Their leather seats in the two door Mustang shit…
- Well I’m off to Thibodaux and whichever way I go,
- Make room to show, cuz I’m guaranteed to blow yo
- So make room for me…
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