ID Labs - Short Story lyrics

Short Story 3-15 Verse: 3-15 Started out as pen and paper; just tryna impress this girl Never knew that lyrics and music would over run my world More worried 'bout rappin' than graduatin' with my cla** Reason why I don't know where I'll end up with my a** Will I end up a bum on the corner beggin' for some change Or end up a baller in the club gettin' high off fame? Or stuck in the middle; starvin' artist workin' hard? Obligations, family, and love for music's tuggin' at my heart This world's an open canvas; I wanna give it my art But how am I supposed to do that if no one gives me a start? I know how it will end: me alone with my last breath I can't even get this girl I know hooked off of the meth So I sit here in cla**; not payin' attention to the lecture Graduation's in June; already feelin' the pressure Still, I slack and I chill; problem with procrastination I'm just tryna be real; my team and I will have to make it We some teens with our dreams, and we'll die to make it happen And if you see our tombstones, just know we tried to make it happen Forgive me for my sins -I know I'm livin' selfishly If Heaven won't be my destination, I know that Hell will be That's why I wanna do right before I leave; Give Troy the best I can; give my momma a crib Like it or not, this the life that I'm gonna live Gonna give you my all -though I know I ain't got much to give Just this pen and this paper, and these words that you can hear Man, I'm feelin' like greatness though I'm just sittin' here My cla**mates are lookin'; pro'ly think I'm always lonely Little do they know I got homies, and b**hes that wanna blow me But, really, I ain't 'bout that; ain't never been a coward I'll be rappin' 'til champagne is the only way that I shower No money for college, but I'll stack some for Troy And, I know some things in life, you just can't avoid Like abuse and emotions; that sh** that makes us weak The silent's most intellect; it's up to us to speak This ain't the type of sh** I'm doin' every week But when I do, I'm goin' 'til my pen runs outta ink There's nights where I just lay awake right next to Troy Can't believe I've been blessed with such a handsome boy Still, I can't manage to hold these tears back or shake 'em up I breathe and I gasp; I'm trying not wake him up Next mornin' drop him off and now I'm off to cla** Wanna make my momma happy so I know I gotta pa** Need to get these credits if I wanna get out on time How will I do that if I don't even have homework on my mind? Gave up as a soph*more; reality hit me harder Statistically still f**ed even if I make it outta Harvard So why the f** try if I'm already paid Even more than my most of my cla**mates today? So I did my own thing; just tryna make an imprint Music on the daily; even became an instinct I try to balance it; life as a father and a scholar A worker, an artist, and even a bachelor Who the f** want a man with a kid and no money? Dyin' alone; swear that thought always bugs me Baby momma always cheatin' so I kicked her to the curb Couple girls after; now I can't take a b**h's word Seems we're all after our own; never take in consideration How we just f**in' up our very own generation Liars, cheaters, beaters, deceivers, corrupted leaders Back-stabbin' peers; we're all just a world of sin-breeders It's Fif, yo