Story Time

Check it out, you know, everybody got a story To tell, well this is just a part of mine
Yeah
Now let me take you guys back in time, press Rewind, and unwind, 88 miles per hour, got
Me feelin' like I'm Marty Fly, hardly ever a Party guy, should've already been signed
Since 95, I knew I was born to shine, born to Rhyme, they say good things are really
Hard to find, but, makin' music was always a Dream of mine, look
Never had a plan B
So I write about what I go through and what's On my mind, while prayin' to God, beggin
Him to show me a sign, tired of constantly Being mistreated, underestimated and hated, I Hate it, nobody will understand me until I Make it, and become one of the greatest
I Mean, look at all the years I've already Dedicated, I've got an amazing gift, so why Would I waste it
I can't wait to see the look on everyone's faces Ha ha

Every time I feel like it's one step
Forward, its somehow, always three steps Back, angel on my right shoulder, while the Devil on my left, pourin' my heart and soul out On these beats, but with every breath, I still Get no respect, they wonder why I can't stop fightin' myself to the death, uh

My whole life I've
Never had an accepting or loving family, they Were just people to me who couldn't stand me
I've always felt like I didn't belong in this Family, pops moved away and out of state Before I was eight to get away from my mom's Shit, I wonder why
She told me to kill myself more
Than a couple of times, ruined my childhood And still tries, to fuck up my current life
Makes me sick to my stomach whenever I Think about, how much her and my baby mama Just alike (damn)
Tried to leave a broken home, to work on Myself and mental health, without any help Created and paved my own lane, stayed in the House 24 hours a day, you must think I'm Insane, I guess you could say
Writing these lines was an outlet for escaping My pain, feels even better when I'm gripping The mic and rapping on stage

Every time I feel like it's
One step forward, it's somehow, always three Steps back, angel on my right shoulder, while The devil on my left, pouring my heart and soul Out on these beats, but with every breath, I Still get no respect, they wonder why I can't Stop fightin' myself to the death

I wonder where in the hell
Would I be, if this music was never around to Inspire me, would I still be working at dead
End jobs that just wanna fire me
Would I still feel like I don't have a purpose Would I still be free, would I still be me, would I Still choose to chase the American dream
But see, this is al hypothetically, what if I was Someone else instead of me
Shit is crazy, writing lyrics but just
Finding different ways to phrase it, I paid my Dues in-depth, now I'm here to collect payments
I find it funny how I've been making changes and everything changes, got a notebook and fill the pages, friends I once knew turning to strangers, this world is fucking outrageous planet paradise
coming soon, so please be patient
Anonymous

You know how they always say there's two sides to every story, but this is part of mine and for those who say family is everything, I promise it's not
Fuck family, because in reality, you're the only one you got, remember that