Frank John James - The Storyteller lyrics

[Intro] Shoutsout my man, EQ Frank John James, yo [Verse 1] Hey man, the sun is coming out, right I think I'll go outside and enjoy a little sunlight They're saying I should put just a little sunscreen But I don't think I will, man Cos I embrace my dark skin Feels like a good day, I'm really optimistic And my car ain't turning on, but I'll find a way to fix it Before I know it, yo, I'm cruising down the ten west About to pick my homie, Frank John, from his duplex And make some music, cos that's all I want to do And sometimes I want to give it up But dawg, you have no clue what it feels like To not have something to fall back on Plus, I get inspired everytime I hear a whack song I got the mellow style, for you I put soul in it That's why my music is so different, a cold lesson You won't ever understand, brother I was born with it Not many people seem to like this mellow flow That's why I don't perform these types of songs at my shows That's why they criticize Blu for his performances But, if you listen to his lyrics, dawg He really has a doper set I'm not trying to impress a certain audience It makes a lot of sense, and not everybody will vibe to this And those that do, understand the mechanics Of lyricism and criticism, never has me panic I never claim to be one of the dopest on the planet But I do wish to inform you, that my music is organic The sh** you like has pesticides and the best will die Eventually with time, if you keep putting the best aside And you'll have no good music to refer to Cos what you think is dope, it's really not, it's disrespectful But, who am I to tell you what is whack or not Who am I to tell you you could never be an astronaut Who am I to tell you that your music choice is whack as sh** And artists that you listen to, need of lot more practice And no one, I'm just a man with an opinion And the chances I make sense to you are a one to a million But I'm trying to help you see the light and I hope I score Feeling like Jehovah's Witness, man Cos they close the door And bob their heads to something not worth listening And when an artist dies All of a sudden fools are missing him, or her But for now I'm just a blur Hoping when the time is right, my music will be heard I'll probably be gone by then, I'm really not that sure But you'll see what I was talking about, man that's word Just know my name is Linoskiii, or Lino Skywalker I put my heart on these tracks, I write my life on them A twenty-first century, story-telling, rhyme author