Outis - My Story lyrics

[Intro] "Tell me a story, Hoyt." "My story?" "No, not your story. A story. Because you can't keep your mouth shut long enough for me to read my paper. Tell me a story." "I don't think I know any stories." "You don't know any stories? Okay, I'll tell you a story." [Verse 1] Used to live in my own part of the darkness Managed all growth in a land of sinners and heartless Harlots, haters, love sold for profit And if it ain't gold, then it ain't worth your thoughts, kid I was stuck on Ghandi and Marley Stuck on a feeling that went way beyond me Then I fell in love with a pretty little mami And my thoughts of changing the world were all behind me Temporarily, but now it's so clear to me Everything is different, things change so suddenly Things down the road, now they rolled up right in front of me People giving praise that used to be making fun of me I went from rolling in a pick up in the back woods To picking up back woods and rolling in the hood The women I f**ed were backwards Now I got a bad one going backwards giving up the goods They used to tell me "no more bad words" But I've been bad from the beginning, they ain't about to turn me good I used to be sort of a ba*tard Now I got my head right, mastered, being who I knew I would [Chorus] Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you could call us what? Nothin What? Nothin What? Nothin My story, my story, story, story, story Y'all seen my story, my glory I had raped the game young, you could call us what? Nothin What? Nothin What? Nothin My story, my story, story, story, story [Verse 2] Mama, I'm sorry, I'm not gon' be an American Idol Because I feel like America's so idle Like here we are in a crumbling world Tested by time and old generations, and we are failing the finals Kids k**ing kids--so unnecessarily primal And now we're here and our timing is so vital Women focused on getting rained on, I mean showers And no, honey, I'm not referring to bridal showers While world powers spend hours upon hours Arguing over how to turn activists into some cowards How to take ideas from those of us that are shouting about what's ours And make us whisper those thoughts to ourselves: “Look, don't act homie, just get high all the time People die all the time, we'll just bide all our time" If you're fine with the nine being part of the life of the child who could shine Who loses his mind over b**hes and dimes Or nickels and dimebags Or tuition prices or religious signs Who refuses to lie down, and acts sort of shy Till he's ready to die alongside k-through-nine -- Are we okay with that? Apparently so Because they do it and we take it, and we can't let it go Newscasters say their names a million times in a row And wonder why the next nobody is so ready to go down that road I can recall when I was drowning and hopeless And somebody gave me a pen and pad to flow with We ain't so lucky, drowning with no one to notice If you are the above, then come on and just focus This is for the lovers, haters, drinkers, the smokers Rappers, actors, women, politicians and jokers My name is Shy King, baby, a.k.a. Outis f**ed around and wrote a mixtape that sounds like an opus Oh! [Chorus]