Mark
• Written by Ignis
Ignis's Notes
So I was looking through my notebook a year ago, and I found this. Uh, I don't know what to say about this. I was just writing down words while in class, and it came out to this. The first few lines were written in that one day, but you can definitely see the change I had in my tone the next time I decided to continue this.
~I think the first few lines are of a more fast flow and sort of just spitting, but I think the cut off, I want more of a sort of Drake and Logic feeling beat and flow.
~Changed the beat. More of a slow paced song now, definitely a more Drake and Logic feel with this
Yeah
Look
I got niggas tryin' to tell me I ain't ever gonna make it
I say fuck all those niggas who got fame even though that they fakin'
Ima fuck all your bitches so hot they that I'm Satan
Why am I sayin' that this shit is what "Ima" do?
You already know I got these girls, go ahead, accuse me of that voodoo
It's some gypsy shit I be reppin' to you
Now sit back and listen to this History happenin' before you
I know one day for sure ima leave a mark
I ain't gonna be held back
I ain't gonna be left behind in the dark
(Cut off)
'Till then let me make a song about the Ghetto
But I want my album to be like a Tarantino Western with Mr. Leo Di Caprietto
You understand? That's a shout out to Logic.
Don't accuse me of impersonation.
I just gotta become a main topic
I just might be someone's salvation. Be a person's preservation.
Help them get a job, get them outta they starvation
Maybe I'm being a little selfish. Maybe I just can't help it,
I'm trying to leave my mark on this world, this idea I had, you think I shoulda kept it
I'm being a little careless, that notepad in my house, I think I shouldn't have left it.
Cuz right now I be spittin' enough ideas to make Inception seem a little plain.
I'm going for redemption, ignorin' all the pain
Becoming an exception, playing my kind of game.
My mama don't need me anymore, kicked out, left out in the rain, don't tell I was never useful
This lovely dovely shit I just wasn't used to.
A family that love me? Man all I used to hear was "Son, fuck you."
That was Dad tellin' me all this shit, but he ain't here right now, he in the hospital fighting for his life.
Should I care for him? After all the shit he put me through? I walk into the hospital room and there he is.
Talking with his second wife.
They was talking about the cancer in his brain.
At least that's what they told me, in truth, I didn't care, I couldn't go through this pain.
I left the room, I ain't ever looked back, now I'm here doing a walk of shame.
Ha it's kinda funny how the mark I left wasn't the mark that I wanted
It's still bruised up, a little purple, I didn't take into account how dark it would be
Now her dad yelling at me,"Man how fucked up can you be?"
I screamed back at him,"Shut the fuck up, your house ain't got no Role Models as far as I can see."
He got his forty five outta his cabinet
She just stood there standin'
I left through the front door, he shot me on the welcome mat
She screams, the neighbors come out, they see a young man strugglin'
He's down on all fours confrontin' all the demons in his life, he's bleeding on the drive way, his hopes' stuntin'
He keeps crawling, how far can he make it? His blood is leaving a mark on the pavement.
He's not praying to god, he knows he's not gonna make it
Cut away, fade to darkness, its 2040 now and there's a man in an apartment
He wonder who his dad is, he wants to tell him of his accomplishments.
He got accepted to college and is ready to start a family with his favorite accomplice
What's a mark to man? A nigga might never know. It's not what he does in his life
It's the godless concious
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Ignis
Member since May 3 2016