Shad - Epilogue: Long Jawn lyrics

But really I'm sick of rapping, but really I miss the pa**ion You feel me, I miss the scene, you feel me, I miss the action I miss touring, miss America, miss the pageant I'm still married to that dame though the game is Mrs. Jackson to me Rappers love talking this epic When we talk of our exit from showbiz and nobody noticed we left it Was hedging bets at the school of Texas, hold them Rolexes And Lexuses, just a second, I got a test, but I'm blessed I got to live and learn, literally, did a term Then went to gig and earn, urn, just let it burn Words I could grow-op, no, I don't mean grow pot I mean getting that dope though, I still gotta grow lots Live real stories, grow plots, they wanted more crops And grow guap and you find some botox, robots to co-op But y'all know me, don't stop, I just go off I stay on point for the heads, this cut's a mohawk, uh For heads that's headstrong, uh, and heads with dreads on And white corn rows although that's dead wrong But listen, this is all inclusive, for all humans, just for y'all amusement Music for the blue-collared dudes and all the college students I'm Paul Wall in '05 and I'm car pollution And I'm James Harden hooping, all meaning I'm a problem Houston A constant nuisance, I cause confusion Hold on, this song's as long as the constitution It's just that I've got a lot of thoughts that are hard to explain I'm trying to try a little tender but I'm hard in the brain Hard headed thoughts darkened and charred in the flame I'm talking black, pardon the slang But the flame is like Flocka, young man always gotta go hard in the paint We talk foul on offensive, they call charge in the game But even activists targeting Targets and chain stores They get chained to the same war, same arms taking aim Arm leg leg arm head, we all the same One race feeling safe when we start in our lanes On our march till that gun spark, reminds us of young scars Makes us all start to run, far from the pain So we take off and we hide and we harbor the shame And as we grow older, damn, it only gets harder to change It's getting heavy, I don't wanna let my people down I'll fight with evil within until I'm beneath the ground Sleeping sound, that's my deepest vow Till I take my deepest bow, I'll keep reaching out through these speakers Now, Gary told me my album should be called "Food Court" 'Cause I only talk about food, justice, and hoop scores Put on my Jordan's this morning without a shoe horn Played a couple games, then debated the use of brute force Versus new forms of abuse to make us produce more Over cold pizza and a lukewarm 2-4 The poor gotta eat, so like first ball we shoot for it I'm just trying to remember that life is too short Every second's precious, let's stay up like due north of New York Where my homegirl is trying to quit with the Newport's And my dude's trying to keep the food portions down to two courses I'm trying to build with a lady and maybe move towards forming a team That's my last reference to sports I promise I'm through, these women are getting too bored Calling this dude-core Hold-on, uh Just keep it going Yea, the last time I was rocking this I was rocking in a Diamond tee Rhyming like Rawkus would sign him But dreaming of rocking that diamond, Roc-A-Fella Before Barack was presiding over the oval office to go to Iraq I was grinding and I still love it, up in front of the public Juggling subjects in couplets, it's funny my stomach plummets Right before every time but then I'm fine once them drums hit Drum sticks in buckets, backstage with subway Subwiches Man I'm lucky as what, this what I do for the ducats No soul s**ing for pay stubs I'm nobody's puppet Now I'm buzzing 'cause this stuff is in my blood like an IV But just 'cause I love it, it's not my ID I mean I'm wrapped in these rhyme schemes And I rap to define me but rap doesn't define me Trust that I'll be fine when the shine leaves Dudes used to say, "would you rhyme please?!" They had to push me to start like they couldn't find keys Now I'm regarded the most rewinded Rwandese London-born but not that one renowned for the grime scene Uh, yeah Check it out! I'm sending this one to my fam and my old friends And fans that follow all the tweets that I don't send My man G's on the net, no goaltend My plan B I just left, 'cause I goes in I'm into 30 for 30 docs and 30 Rock Why? 'Cause I'm 30 and 'cause I'm kinda of a nerdy jock I remember before Jigga made 30 hot And I still front on Justin a little 'cause of that dirty pop I had CeeLo on ca**ette back when he would rap Sitting up in my room with that Moesha track That was back when North America made cars Now inner cities look like outer space, we only make stars I remember we didn't care when we ate carbs I remember dreaming of that day we would take charge I'm seeing the seeds of future change right now in the present As we work in our fields here grounding the message In real life lessons, getting right down to the essence Then we water that like a fountain when we're counting our blessings Sharing the hope of our hearts and the doubts and the questions See the seeds sprout into trees that leave thousands of fresh ones Haven't got there yet but I've found some direction I'm not a catholic but these tracks is the sound of confession It's like I said 'em then heaven sent down a post card Over a large ocean of doubt via Coast Guardian angel to say we're ok We've all broke hearts, groped parts, fought and hurt, drank and smoked darts We're all victims, we're all innocent, no charge You're free to be who you are, now go and don't harm The world's so starved for you being unique That's cliche but it often is with the truth, see It's nothing too deep and it's nothing new, we all knew it as youth Seems we just forgot as soon as we grew a few feet That's why I like to say remember to remember That's why I like to play my fingers on that Fender And that's why I write and play to try to find the light of day In these dark winter nights and bravely bring it to the centre Still some say it's hood nonsense, no good conscience They got it twisted, it's hood conscious and good nonsense But check the comments, some supporters got enough hate Some fans don't post "I love Shad" they just say "F... Drake" I got no problems with Drizzy of course I'm not vexed, I can't cop what Drizzy affords I'm all good, I even got to give to the poor And TO knows I'm like a Benz in the city of Fords (Rob) I'm thinking they're bored with the backpacking like, "is he done yet?" They waiting on that hit like Phil Collins with the drum set In the air tonight, I'm heavy as two tonnes, heads Sleeping on the kid, I'm breaking down they bunk beds And raising hell like Rev Run said Watch him stalk his prey and walk this way slow as the undead I keep it 100 till sunset, til there's not one breath in my lungs left The undisputed number one-esque Nah this is a new act called sinner and saint Where the singer covers inner pain with glitter and paint And delivers his statements with wit and with vigour and haste They say the entertainer's like Cedric, except thinner and great I'm playing, I'm not a comedy king Obviously Rap fathered me sorta like Pop's rap on Common's Be My policy's quality over quantity, real... Ahh, hmm Almost had it, almost had it My policy's quality over quantity Real girls over drama queens, real world over college dean Philosophies honesty over shock, real thoughts over knocking beats Real talk, it's over when I drop the beat Yeah, that's good