Early in my life
The act of hearing art
Kept me from falling apart
Craving to create
I couldn't be like them
I couldn't settle down then
Dry up and die
Why the f** we survived is to my surprise
Six years of sweat and fear
That was all we ever had
It was just enough
But for what?
Fast love
Fake f**s, bad luck, and all those impossible months
The best times imagined
We were broke and dragging
Our lives behind us laughing
The youth war pa**ing
If I knew then what I know now
I would have slept less
No memories to be missed
Everything has changed
Now it's a game of numbers
A competition, f**er
Know your place
Egos dominate
And
Money discriminates
And I don't fit
I look at others and i see beneath
While others look my way to look down on me
I never had sh** to prove
For myself to get the kids like me through
And that will never change no
You're the self proclaimed heir to the industry
But this industry never meant sh** to me
Never blessed with the mind of a business man
Nor impressed with depths of the feeders hands
Never blessed with the mind of business man
Mind at rest with the heart of a simple man
I know its never too late
That's why we choose to display
New strength