Schopenhauer - Biography (Page 24) lyrics

I can't believe it's been a year since i wrote that/Was lost in thought figuring out the roadmap/How can i live another year to get where Hov's at/It's not my fault my heart done chose rap/My brothers know that, i'm the type to hold back...but now i'm on a track open up 'bout all of that/All of that coke rap that could've f**ed my conscience/I grew up on that era where the big word was "Abortion"/And AIDS, back then it was the "Gay cancer"/Backstage with the DJ or the breakdancer...it's just staged, your image like the fake gangster/You dont move weight, you just Sway...you don't get Yé answer/You don't get that (x2)...your story's like money to me, i dont get that!/The industry is funny to me; my smile been cracked/All you rappers on the same box, waitin' for a big check...from the exec', to be exact/You really wanna ball then be prepared to get sacked At school i was lame, b**hes said i'm too nerdy/I really got no game but the dame was so flirty/Snow flurry...I only pray one day that the draw rain/p**y draw attention, get the picture that i'm drawing/When it rain, it pours... When it rain in my city, people die, you can't ignore the cause/Y'all wearing Michael Kors, y'all can come to my city if you ain't scared to die; them kids'll f** you...pause/Rob your a**, i ain't talking no ma**age/Get you gas'd, i ain't talking no garage/Get you guessed if i ain't into no menage/I'm a Christian boy, i hope you get the message/Excuse my french though, i'm really trilingual...single, heteros**ual; meek like an angel