My Monologue

I do it big, I’m on my college flow

I’m on the elevator to the top floor

And I won’t put this pen down ’till my hand’s sore.

Trying to be all I can, that’s what I aim for.

 

Music is my life, what else can I say

I think about it, dream about it, everyday

But they never let me gain ground

My words were too heavy, that’s why they put me down.

 

It’s all good, I forgave them

Put my feelings down on the paper, scared them

They thought they had it coming to them, but I spared them

Waste of time, I’m a cookie monster, they’re a cookie crumb

 

And I don’t have blood cells

My heart pumps music while you’re spitting blank shells

And I don’t make the game, I just play it well

The story of your life collects dust on my bookshelves

 

Try living in my shoes,  it’s tug of war

Sometimes I feel like I can’t do this anymore

It’s not about the money or the VMA awards

I’m just trying to save rap ’cause it’s on life support

 

Watching all these artists crucify my passion

Rapping ’bout money and cars they never had and

All the while they be driving in a Volkswagen

They dream about dropping 28’s on a Black Benz

 

Damn, all you care about is rhyming

I focus on the meaning and the rhymes become a side thing.

That’s just the way I do this

I don’t need to rhyme to make your ass look stupid.

 

Time to wrap it up, vote of thanks, thank you God

Shout outs to my mom, dad and grandma

Stunting on the clouds, I’m so fly, it’s a new year.

I’m signing off, boss junior.

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