[Intro]
They told me not to go through with this...
They said I'd lose a piece of my soul in the process...
Well, I should of listened to them
Because they were right
[Verse 1]
I'm a success, I made it big; on my own
But now I feel like it's time for me to take the throne
Only way to do that is through a record label
And yes, I did read them perilous tales
I took the plane to LA, Metro Bus to HQ
Showed the A&R people what I could really do
They were impressed, I was under so much stress...
To perform my best because this was a test
But I had a feeling there was more to the story
I ignored that, I was going in for the glory
So I talked a bit and showed off my plan
Wouldn't you know it, he offered me a place in his fam
He placed papers on the table, they call it a contract
"and if you sign this, then you'll be on the map"
I didn't have a chance to read, I couldn't even think
"Where do I sign?" I said and I signed with ink
[Interlude #1]
I still remember signing the piece of paper
To my old self, I was saying see you later
I remember when I loved my new self
Now I just want my old self back
[Verse 2]
I was under pressure, would it ever be gone?
No sir because even though I made all the songs
They took all of the profit, all of the credit
I could try to fight back but I said forget it
Cause they bigtime, they got a lot of size
Controlling everything from a big highrise
Who blows up quick, who becomes irrelevant
The ones who s** dick, they're the ones who're with it
I've got my sanity, I'm not f**ed in the brain
If I were then I'd be basking in the fame
Unaware of the cut my record label be taking
When I could of done it myself, what was I thinking?
I was thinking that I could f** b**hes
Snort c**aine, meth, speed and PCP
At least that's what I believed, until I realized
They put thoughts in me and my integrity died
[Interlude #2]
Look at me, I had so much going for myself...
I had ideas, I had dreams, I had a vision!
Now that I'm a part of the system
People won't take the time to listen
[Verse 3]
"Listen f**er, you're under our control forever"
"All the records and rights, you will never..."
"Get em back cause we own em, we'll never sell"
"And we'll sue your a** if you dare tell"
That's what they said to me, and they really meant it
I want to travel back in time and make sure I prevented...
Myself from signing a record deal
Tell my past self how I truly feel
s** one dick, and you a dicks**er for life
Typecasted, yeah I have become a blight
Cause I sold out my soul, sold out my values
Sold out my ambitions to become one of you
And I hate it, I'm a hollowed out piece of sh**
I got fans, but how many of them are fake and don't exist?
What will it take to destroy the industry?
How long until our souls and music become free?