The Trip

 

(Verse One)

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I been a rap fiend ever since I could speak

reaching the highest peek

My technique is so flawless

the Rusty Wallace of hip hop

spitting straight fire, this here is my desire.

lets rewind before the first rhymes

before the hard times

before I seen the signs

 

Born in the trap! when everyday I had to scrap

with my hoodie up baseball cap under

when everyday I looked for cover

eyes peeled always aware

where every home had a beware sign

seeing the hood follow the thin white line

my life was no where near fine

fastfoward

the scared white boy avoiding the gangs

going to his room headphones blaring

glaring at the papers before his eyes

thinking of what line comes next

 

Always on schedule knowing every move he made was essential

having so much potential hoping to someday become influential

being the source of pain eventually made him go insane

time flew as the voices came along

always telling him to do wrong

and that he will never last long

but the kid never gave up and fought with them

day in and day out

running to his room afraid to tell his mother

hoping she never would discover

 

 

(Verse 2)

 

So what made me rap?

the question should be what didn't make me rap

my life I observed every thing around me

from death watching people take their last breath

to life watching a new life come into this world

it has been a long time since I thought about those times

but they say you can never escape the past

to most kids life now can be a blast

 

so where am I know?

no one knows

that's the life I chose

this chapter will never be disclosed

under the radar is where I belong now

I take this bow and bid you farewell

but to put everything in a nutshell

I have no regrets

I chose this road

constant beast mode

I will meet with you at the crossroad