The Story

Let me tell you a story About a little kid that never gave up See, used to go school but hated it since day one, hm Day one, maybe you liked it on occasions But the more I love the story, is there was something more He was chasing Kids used to bullying for being fat Used to call it Mel Grande I leave it to you to decipher that Then this little kid found a pen Then proceeded to find a pad Then he listened to Eminem Then became a G-Unit fan Then he listened to Mr. West Wanted dinner graduation class Had many men on repeat But every turn he finished last And every day grew more arrested Caring way like a poor bearer Losing faith to more errors Couldn't escape, need more treasure Had to get things off his chest Went to sleep, but couldn't rest Needed hope, but wasn't blessed No escape, just building stress This way the story defines him (Ayy) A change in the wind adjusting the climate (Wore) This way he broke all the silence Develop the sound and couldn't deny it (Ayy) This way, the tide of the change And the mind rearranged on in the face Somebody has something to say He would just turn the cheek kept looking away (Yeah) I got blindside and flashing lights My mind trying, hypnotized on autopilot They want the crown, don't got the knowledge Told them shit took over decade Told them that I'll be the one Like a Sensei on this shit, don't worry about Rent pay on my wheels Yeah, this my Segway, let me hold out the ego Love silence more than all these people Fake friends, let me show you what is lethal Shake hands with fakes make you equal It's going over your head Put your crown worth if I got no head You first time work when you really said Be still, keep talking dead presidents Got no theme song No Blackberry, just dreams strong, this track heavy Just be warned that I'm that ready Just be warned that I'm that ready