Make Room
• Written by DenniC
DenniC's Notes
Justa song i wrote for when i get shit straight and can actually afford some equipment.
The "lose yourself" is gonna be the actual audio from the song. But I'm not gonna use the instrumental. I have a beat but I'm currently working on it, its similar...its a rock type beat, very old school.
I'm gonna try to make this a legit song in the future, but of coarse I'm gonna change shit around, but I'm looking for some feedback now, so give props if ya dig.
LAST EDITED: August 09 2014
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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DenniC
Member since October 14 2013