Dimitri & The Scarecrow - Drums, guitars, mics and a boombox lyrics

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Dimitri & The Scarecrow - Drums, guitars, mics and a boombox lyrics

Check! Check! Drums, guitars, mics and a boom box Static! Static! Bridge: I see omens, omens The doors open, open And I'm choking, choking The noose has got me roped in (x 2) Verse 1 This isn't how I planned it, it wasn't in my dreams A moment to be candid and maybe you will see I stumbled on my pa**ion in a government apartment A bubbling and young kid, unaware of destiny It was all on a tape on a little brown ribbon I was down with the rhythm , just reciting what was written Yet it all seemed harmless when the poetry was garbage The more it was harnessed the neighbourhood regarded Allowed me to become addicted to my hobby And now I do it proudly, but now they want to rob me They tell me to be ambitious on a school curriculum And I believe in the book but I got this gumption I found something to which I truly can devote My whole life and I know that many do scorn Feel a lump in my throat and I try to be strong As the load gets heavy and the road gets long Chorus: This is as close as I've been To garage band dreams Scrapping for a beat in the studio scene This is my rendition, vision of hip hop Drums, guitars, mic's and a boom box (x2) Verse 2 Grand claws of karma by the collar, gotta clamping on my calendar I kind of gotta clamouring cardigan of caricature Opinions are many for a choice so limited You're riveted between just thinking it or living it This world will tell you to dream so big Then again it reminds you, you ain't so big! Till you're shelved in a compartment of limited achievement Overworked employee who dreams of the weekend You're therapy becomes your childhood memories Can't look to the future coz it's so threatening And you had a choice just to raise your voice You could silence the noise of the people who ignore you Maybe they would hear you, scream for attention Your mind is made up, no one cares to be listening At the critical stage, where ambition is moulded I wish someone was there to watch it unfolding Chorus (x1) Bridge (x2) Verse 3 This isn't how I planned it, it wasn't in my dream How many people you think are speaking like this? Maslow's primary needs, need to be achieved And because they need to eat, they need to be on their feet Staying alive isn't free, I want to be me I want to make a living by simply being me Life? They call it a beautiful thing Since it's each to his own, let's see how you live To me, it's a thorny branch with blood stained petals A rose, but in essence it really might hurt you Some will try hard work and many will cheat It gets a little harder when the thieves get wealthy But don't wait on justice, gotta keep moving Grow your little hustle to something that's lucrative I wrote this song to resurrect my dreams And I hope that someone might be redeemed Chorus (x2) Harmony Fin