Ronnie K. Whitlock - Straight from the Boxx lyrics

"Everything may be nothing, but nothing is perfection." Ayo, this is Progress and this is my story [Verse 1] Straight from the Boxx, I'd like to tell a tale From what seems to be the apex of my acts of avail It's why I write, just seems to be the notion For just going through the motions and avoiding all emotion I started the rhymes so that I could touch a heart Heartbreak was the story from what seemed to be the start I hate looking back, nostalgia is a curse Prepare to enter my past through a verse My life was more than it ever was before An event unpredicted would change forevermore I suppose that it made for quite the exciting quote I'll refrain from naming names and avoid an anecdote I was confused for who I was, what I'd become From all that oversaw, I refused to succumb I wouldn't let 'em take me, I wouldn't let 'em break me Walking through the flames but they won't incinerate me I wanted people to feel everything that I wrote I strove to be the greatest with every single note He was my inspiration, knowledge was my concentration And a sense of hurt seemed to be my consecration So I wrote every night until my pencil fell asleep I'd awaken in my dreams and compose another piece They don't get what it means to be a true artist Rapping all about b**hes, hoes & Ferraris Tell me you remember when the game started out I seemed to have the premonition for what this was about To tell about your life, where you live, how you grew up About how you defeated the streets and f**ing blew up But no, I see the sh** on TV Rapper getting shot, could the next one be me I don't want a beef with a guy who likes to scream And rap about the club and some hoe who's 18 [Bridge] So I have a little box in the corner of my shelf Where I wrote and recorded my experience in Hell Every single rhyme I spoke, every single line I smoked Countless sheets of paper overrun with brushstrokes They show the true me and who I strive to be They show the true Pro, all my lies and my dreams So I refuse to turn the latch for the fear of what's inside When feeling's coincide and the powers will collide, that's why [Hook: Sarah Jaffe] I flee the scene like it was my last ride You see right through, oh you had me pegged the first time You can see the truth, but it's easier to justify What's bad is good And I hate to be the bad guy I just hate to be the bad guy (Follow me I ruh-uh-un, follow me I ruh-uh-un) I just hate to be the bad guy (Follow me I ruh-uh-un, follow me I ruh-uh-un) [Verse 2] And I appear to be the bad guy when I say that I erupt Or they say that I'm corrupt when I appear to self-destruct That's f**ed up, I just need a little time To vent my frustration and to truly speak my mind I bet you think that I'm evil for all the sh** that I spit Because it won't be fun and games when the rhythm finally hits That's a hint, you don't need to f** with me I'll eliminate your being infinitesimally So here I am, sitting in this locker room Writing lyrics to a song just for you to listen to Scanning away at this hopeless, broken room That can't be repaired with just some nails and some screws It'll take a lot more to repair the soul of Pro Venting thru a song many tales of woe It's like I'm Poe, I seek to terrify No, Socrates, I only wanna' clarify What does it seem like every time I bust a rhyme That there's another bullsh** hater that wants to step in line I'll make a bee-line from my fist to his nose And use the blood as ink for the next rap I wrote You can choke on a motherf**ing dick for all I care No sh** it's no fair, choke dangling in midair I'll tear your f**ing stomach from the bowels of your chest And use your heartstrings as thread to sew a fresh vest Wanna' bet, I'm insane as you see I'm just the bad guy, it's just the persona for me This war won't be the clean, this next rhyme's obscene I swear to f**ing Jesus I'm the last thing you'll see How's this for a verse, I'll chop off all you limbs Use them as firewood and eat the rest for dinner I can scarcely remember when I used to be sane But then again, there's still a spot in the corner of my brain [Bridge + Hook] [Verse 3] So I had to be the bad guy, who murders and lies And is already scheming another plan to devise So precise, down to the last second Small than that, the smallest unit of measurement Some days I dream of taking a car out in the rain Turning off the lights and playing chicken with a train But then I remember that I ain't using my brain f** that sh**, I'll take it swimming in this lake "Look at what you've done Look at all the pain that you've caused Think about it Think about how many lives are gone because of you How about that, huh? How many people got offended How many people cried Don't you see? You'd have been better off if you'd never even been born That's right You could just die right now and I don't think anyone would care What do you gotta' say to that?" Pro, how could you do this, you had to much to live for What about that girl and all you had to give for her What about your parents who raised you to be great What about your brother who would die without you, mate What about the God who you promised your life to What about your friends and the others that you've lied to You're living in a lie, just face it, you know it And you only had one, now look, you've gone and blown it There too much not to show it, your hands covered in blood Your fingerprints on the blade and your feet are tracking mud You eyes are tearing up and your hair is falling out One trigger-squeeze away from the lights going out Come back to us man, we forgive you, we promise No more messing up, we'll be completely honest I could never go back to when I unleashed the shock Do what you want with my ashes, but don't open the box That was my story, bloodied up and gory Down to the last ounce of lies that sat before me For a fan that adores me, a family that ignores me You won't even breathe without remembering my story "Perfection is in the eye of those who live their lives for others."