Brandon Batarseh - The Story That Made You lyrics

Ain't no reason they can justify To how I should be living my life These motha f**as can't even realize That I'm doing it right Out of sight out of mind That's what they be telling me Just let it be You'll will never be a memory It's very scary How every celebrity is temporary All the way back To establishing the foundation of Disney M I C K E Y M O U S E I pity when Mickey was eaten by snakes Invading the corporation Sad to say how they affect Our future generations With bad crap tv shows And upcoming twerk s*utty ho sensations You're dumb if you got a bun in the oven Before you're twenty one Won't be fun when he's fifteen Concealing an illegal gun Son getting shot on the corner block Cuz his mum was too young And stunned on the chemistry of rock Or in the hand filled with pills That she would addictively pop It's a stupid world And yet still incredibly twisted Cannabis is not considered a medicine Yet we're content with our children Ingesting ridoline? All I'm doing for myself Is creating too many enemies Eventually shooting me down And let me bleed out on the streets For rhymes that should have never even Leaked from between my teeth Forgetting you is easy It won't be the same forgetting me {Forgetting me? I don't think so} I be singing songs loud throughout the night Ain't no darkness hold me back I shine too bright Illumination? This lit is bringing on the revelation {Damn, maybe I shouldn't have said that? Naah} It's a simple solution Tru$pok embark on revolution Follow in the footsteps Of the greatest of our nation Cuz we some patriots We won't flake or bust Don't you get it? I don't give a f** what you're capable of They want to be tough Good luck on shutting me up The writer don't bluff And this fighter is rough The realest sh** you'll ever hear Guarantee when it hits your ears Written during shedding tears Ridding all my deepest fears I keep dear my peers Geared like a rocketeer directing the show Revered like a buccaneer traversing the globe Plundering treasures worth more than silver and gold {Silver and Gold?} God dammit man That doesn't even make sense But I'm a say it anyway Cuz I'm a little different Ain't no rule book On how I should produce this music I could be pissing you off But you be making me sick Keep the vision explicit Cuz they craniums thick Simplistic Ballistics All unlisted and sh** Feed the realistic With Exquisite premium grip See how quick they come back For seconds helpings of the lits that you spit {That is illogical... That is illogical and you shouldn't have said that Now take that back} Never feels like freedom Cuz I'm always on the run Got a hunch I'm in prison Cuz Mcdonalds is all I get for lunch Just a modeled citizen With an outstanding occupation Not to mention A damaged reputation But my deuces stay up When when I blaze up I don't give a f** We're here, we're running a muck I got the worst of luck When it comes to dealing with shmucks And I'm never shown any love Plus I'm only appealing to s*uts It's just a great setup for the life of a thug On the brink of a break through Bringing hey theory and the story that made you The Story that made you