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I start all raps, with my heart collapsed
Attacked by martyrs of the past
All the visuals makes me travel back
f** that
I don't need more tears
I fear I'ma have to burn this stuff
Enough is enough, I've suffered enough
Picked up the pictures, the all the frames too
Just threw them in the fire and the flames grew
And drew up a blue image of the day he died
Petrified, I stared and cried
There he lied 6 years ago in my embrace
His face was calm, as if the wounds didn't seal his fate
k**er escaping, gone, but he said it would be ok
“You pray that I reach heaven” were his last words
I heard them again, and the flame no longer burned
I suppose you think this story will make me accept his d**h
Nothing left. But wait! I just saw who took my uncles last breath
So no, this story doesn't end in acceptance
Instead, I'm going to enact my vengeance
I'm from a little "pisa" community
Where half the people don't believe in equal opportunity
I'm equal too, or greater than, every single one of them
They want to get like me, but I go the opened end
And they got the closed one
So door open for me, and doors close on em
My teacher let me know that I was running out of chances
I started gettin' better grades and started gettin' glances
I told them what I wanna be
They thought that I was crazy
They said “your white” you can't be the next Jay Z
And your mexican side ain't helpin' either
Who the f** are youuu??
Who the f** am I??
We're two different people
Livin' two different lives
But there's only one world
So it only seems right
That I forget you
And everything you say
Cause now a days
There's no room for the hate
I wanna be fly, G6
I wanna be hot, Phoenix
I want people readin' bout me, Beatrix
But the color of my skin predicts
That me makin' it won't happen
But I'ma do what I can to make it happen
You don't know sh**, but still talk it
You need to grow up, because you get old quick
You always a**ume you know and so you never ask
So even when you show up first, you still finish last
Slow and steady wins the race mother f**er
I always keep a steady pace mother f**er
So you can be the goat, I'll be the tortoise
In the end I'll be a God so call me Horus
In the end I'm gonna ball, call me Horace
If I could Grant you a wish, I would make you gorgeous
But I am not Magic, Isn't that unfortunate
I'm rich, But i ain't gonna cure you
Your the k**er
And I'm already famous, I'm not the person for you
f** with you gon' best die next
Watch who you f** wit I can k** you just like that
You ain't sh**, so you can't be modest
So when I'm gone remember me for being honest