CunninLynguists - Mic Like a Memory (remix) lyrics

[Chorus]x2 I sign his space's with time existant blare I hold the mic like a memory [Deacon the Villan] There was a time when I couldn't find energy The only person that was filln' me was Mrs. Hennesey Ahh, it's like life was pinnin' me down I used to gout on the town and get instantly clowend You ain't gonna be a rapper, you not a factor You just a kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor Chasing out the bogus dreams that you never acheive Thats when the liquer and weed became a need Self-esteem was about as low as ?? Aspirations were about as big as Myrtle Urkel's titties Then as soon as I started geeting some pride My sister hydroplaned and died on I-65 In a family full of pride, house full of tears Spent many years with a blood stream of beers Heart full of fears all jeers, no cheers Till the rhythm in my ears make my mind clear [Chorus]x2 [Dj Kno] Ayo, I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs Can't grow fond of past memories Cause negativity leads the way to live with vast energy Offended by the mental imagery And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me Paternal tendancies towards chemical dependancies had me thinking that all My enemies work into me And I can't begin to see how to control the flash backs And progress past, all my style of dress got me laughed at Thought I was pa**ed at But it attemps to reoccur when I dont proceive what I feel I deserve Being slurred by those not livin' in my position My thoughts tend to glisten, Just like a pot to piss in And when I thought I'd risin', life freeze's the frame So I hold the mic like a memory to ease th pain [Chorus]x2 [Kory Calico] I sit back on the flip, on the wild paths in my life Only pain and heartache can feel my paths on the right You know wat blasphermy's like, cursing the god Cause you ain't got sh** it hurts and its hard Hell at times I steped it up to only stumble Was forced to play tarzan in this concrete jungle Most of my life's a daze got me forever lighting haze Trying to forget the times, where I barely ate twice a day For, alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shame Sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter Few friends even then, most homies is fake Feel like a prisoner in my home pencil my only escape I went from the block with my fam, to college exams But the pressures still there Dog, I'm still scared But I know it will all be right in the end As long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen