Mr. Throwdown - I Just Wanna lyrics

Verse 1: I do this for the love I don't think about the dough I ain't askin' for much just maybe a studio I don't need a fancy car or a house on the hill I'd be pleased if I sold twenty albums for real I just wanna see my daughter in clothes that I bought her And know that in the bank her college fund's in order Because being poor'll make your days bitter And poverty's a wicked man so he can't get her I'm proud to say I'm starting to get it right ‘Cause compared to mines hers is a better life And I ain't gonna shield her from none of the truth None of the things that they hid from me in my youth Turn the mic on, right on all my people Somebody here's got to live to fight against evil I find that humanity is all the same Every year I grow is a year I change In whatever group you belong there's the same ones Dreaming of a day they will see a change come But when a change come they don't notice the blessed That's when they crucify him because of his methods They crucified me, called me a Bruce Lee Because I teach rap at a university I guess they rather see me chalked in the streets Instead of with chalk tryna teach ‘cause that's hip-hop Refrain: They say, ‘O, talk about blocks No, talk about pot Yo, talk about pop Bro, talk about rocks' (O'hene): Yo when y'all gon' stop? 'Stop what?' (O'hene): I just wanna live my life They say, ‘O, rap about GOAT[?] No, rap about hoes Hoes? Rap about clothes Yo, rap about how you gettin' blow' (O'hene): Hell no 'Why not?' (O'hene): I just wanna live my life, they say Verse 2: My life is an unfulfilled prophecy Man in hip-hop I was like a prodigy I was freestyling at eight, at twelve making beats Had my first album when I was thirteen I was studying metaphysics at fourteen So to grow up and blow up was a sure thing I say this to say that I'm not a new jack I got a few stacks of rap books to prove that I came to the continent with just promise No contacts, just many texts I had jotted I'm modest if I say I'm one of the hottest I got the balls to say this in front of the hottest I feel like my ideas are very advanced That's why I pray the culture might give me a chance Truthfully sometimes I imagine my eulogy It's usually them making some excuse for me ‘Cause nobody around really knows what a genius is And if they do, they don't know how much my genius is I think abstractly sort of like Pablo So don't ever put a price on my flow This the gospel Refrain: ‘O, talk about blocks No, talk about pot Yo, talk about pop Bro, talk about rocks' (O'hene): Yo when y'all gon' stop? 'Stop what?' (O'hene): I just wanna live my life They say, ‘O, rap about GOAT[?] No, rap about hoes Hoes? Rap about clothes Yo, rap about how you gettin' blow' (O'hene): Hell no 'Why not?' (O'hene): I just wanna live my life, they say Verse 3: How would you feel? Undiscovered with true sk** When the population seem to have taken the blue pill After while all your pipe dreams get old Life's cold but winter with no heats is cold You tryna keep morals and all you see Is dudes livin' large, selling out on TV That's when you start to flip coins Am I tryna get on or be broke with no health insurance? It don't help performing ‘cause cats barely show Same cats say they love when they hear me flow With advice like ‘O, never follow the trends You do the work of God now, follow your pen' Yeah this is for God, I ain't following men If I listen to y'all people I'd be shallow as them You say that I'm the best but then Let you have to choose a show between me and the Ying Yang Twins That's why I can't judge Jay and 50 Cent If they wrong I would suggest they just repent And ya lucky that my methods is this ‘Cause not too many brothers sacrifice like me with they gift