Damen Greene
• Written by TruePoet
How'd i end up here?
1st i was no one, now I'm some kind of rapper
selling records
Now everybody treating me like I'm God or something.
You sayin' i wasn't special before?
1st i was drumming, then i'm sitting drunk
in my success, but now i wish i could dull the crowd
they wild n' out like Nick Cannon dropping an album
They didn't know who i was, like they learned to speak owl
tongues on the floor like a dog in the heat
But they never look my way before i had this new beat
when i was a poet, they didn't see what the big deal is
until I dropped the mic, up came all the million
Children looking at me like I'm 1 and a million
feeling like i was another outlet to all the killing
plug me up and you hear my gang-banger flow
everything changes when you step outside yo door
So sore like brain muscles are stretched far
coping with this new life will bring my body battle scars
Do i need the cars and the wallets filled with cash?
I got a spaz attack, its darkening up my heart
Why did i start to rap? just to get the part in the play?
Before i kept it real each and every day
People act retarded when they see a new thing
I'm a martian, like I am Mashall Mathers
rappin so violent
Leapin off the stage just to hit the ground running
Stunner, Steve Austin sticking it to the boss man
My conscience getting marks from all of the Projects
Tryna start shit with my exhaust fumes
I shocked all the people like my name was Pikachu
Raichu, i evolved to solve all my problems with you
When i sneeze i go achoo, then i cough too
making myself sick, Dre, I need a doctor too.
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TruePoet
Member since June 1 2016