Stro Elliot - Catch as Catch Can pt 2 lyrics

Started this road when I was 19 regarded as a pipe dream No smoke blowing I wrote knowing you light green As a means to ripen as it seems my writing Came from battling with free's had me traveling for fee's We were five men Rez, Stro, me, Q, and Vice then Getting shows in any juke that had a mic stand Local groups they hated us focused youth It made what had broken through the get they rust Ain't none of you up staging us At least that's what I told myself calling it survival Made a beast out of my smaller self to call out any rival Full of small town mentality's grabbing at the crab to beat Then craftily pulling you down when they at your feet Actually when y'all look around and do the math you'll see Life is naturally pulling you down call it gravity Halves of me were having these visions to play a rapper Ambitions to play a pastor divisions I prayed to master As synonyms religion and men remain a factor Must have been the sin in them that made me ask Much later playing churches debating what my worth is Cus they payed me like a star Displaying merch near where they worship sunday service Now is it worth the cost to go If they use your money to build concert halls instead of hospitals All I know is that the thought never escaped me Feeling like I was caught in something make believe Well, well, well There's got to be a better way Oh I know I know There's got to be a better way I was a rocky mountain rapper doubting what I rap for Feeling trapped for half my county's in Iraq Wars The other half would have me counting down to rapture Asking bout my path and if I'm that sure Roller coaster focus no longer youthful more like hopeless Plus Q just told the crew that he had multiple sclerosis All before he wrote his opus four was once five On a tour with Pharcyde we were the new openers Fast forward now who you think we've opened for Traveling the road for four years doing sold out tours We had The Roots, De La Soul, Tribe Called Quest and more I mean Hyro, Mos Def, we slept on floors, in vans, a homeless shelter Blessed by those adventures Though the stress of getting so much less it never left us At times feeling helpless reminded who the help was Every time we saw the line up you know why people line up The headliner in most minds we just the tail Plus ones with some merch to sell We went from being a big fish to being one that's outta water With a quarter and wish tryna work the well You gotta pick up the scraps if you wanna go public Feeling shackled to the struggle call it work detail Cus sometimes hanging with kings takes a rope and a sac Cus ain't nobody giving rings to the opening act Well, well, well There's got to be a better way Oh I know I know There's got to be a better way