Fallin
I remember Way Back I mean way back ages. Eighth grade I think, feels like yesterday. Bowl cuts was the craze I was crazy long blond hair all over the place. And I'm pale as I ever was baby face, with a frame like a skeleton. Skinny kid, no friends with bout everyone. No shit I was cool, I had plenty fun. But one wish I would grow up big, no not little, but they said, drink my milk. Didn't get no where switched up diet. Started having hip hop. Pop's didn't buy it. Wanted more Springsteen, Earth, Wind, Fire. Felt that was fine but to rhyme had to try it. Couldn't hide the fact that I wanted to rap. Bought Jay Z CD wit my own cash. And that was back in 98 with the annie sampler, Money ain't a thing. And even though I really couldn't relate, I kept studyin, and listenin and stuffin my face.
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And then came High School started picking up a mic thought I was cool. My friend said homie, you know that your white dude? I said what for real? oh its all good. Cause like this, when I tried it, liked it, filped it, hyped it. insisted the mic be positioned? just right. Just like that 9th grade footy heard, straight from the philly burbs. feel me? Pretty sure. Suburban flirt was the name, we would really work, steadely wastin the day spittin silly versus. No curses, wrightin bout our girlfriends. Ball point pen, mine spinning like a whirlwind. Gettin on the mic, I'm a wizard like Merlin. Breakin barriers, tearin walls like its Berlin.
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And I think it was the summer of 12th grade? when Uncle C passed away leaving us empty. And it hurt, real bad, disturbed, real sad. But we had to move on so in fact real fast, we wrote this song about fallin ones, miscues, and misusein the misuse of words used to disdue. So true. In a serious face I'm convinced god works in mysterious ways, like everything happens for a reason. I had to believe it, cause that explains why they leave us. As in people that mean everything. I got love for them all, they'll be there if I fall But.
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