Taylor King - April 21 lyrics

(Intro) 18 years, I didn't wanna be that kind of guy Who would compromise his dreams, and set his heart aside It's hard despite that everything I wanna do is planned out I stand out, so don't put me in a box when I start to rhyme The game is sick, I'm the cure, providing medicine A penicillin shot, or a couple boxes of Ritalin Forever I'm a spit beyond my mucus, when I do this What its worth You know I been a king since birth Been a king since birth April 21st Cause I'm clever with the words, through the lyrics I disperse Been a king since birth April 21st (Bridge) Automatically made it, while these n***as fabricated Just cinematically painted, all they anatomy's blank cause They ain't no guts, no balls, I was born with 2 sets I flaunt them where I go cause I'm just a confused kid Who abused privileges that were given me by the world And if I die, drink some Hennessey in my memory girl Forever I'll be better when I'm spitting verse after verse after verse after verse I'm diverse, A king on April 21st (Verse) 9 months prior, both my parents got naked in bed I bet they didn't that they were making the best And now my holy music eradicating Satan's impatience to send us to hell Still ejaculating, making her wet I remember the first time that I ever got my dick s**ed Or the first time I seen a girl open her legs up at strip clubs It made me feel ashamed, I seriously felt the pain Of a woman degrading herself chasing lust, money and fame And then it hit me, and I realized that I'm doing the same Talking bout money, d** and other sh** to poison your brains I guess it only makes sense cause I also poison my veins I get the kiss of d**h from a cigarette, and I slowly inhale I guess that's why I'm in hell, mind behind bars I'm in jail I try to hide inside all the crazy thoughts that I entail I apologize for all the lies and distancing myself I need a break away to ease the pain or maybe I need help But now I'm probably the realest to ever pick up a microphone If it wasn't for Eminem I probably would've had the throne Speaking of Eminem, his thoughts are honest Cause I'm trying to see the Headlights, but I'm busy Cleaning Out My Closet I still hold grudges, still feel angry inside Of all the backstabbers and all the b**hes who broke my heart And now I find it kinda hard, to not drop tears when I'm alone Cause I'm alone, all I got is family, god, ciggs, and all these songs Will I ever make it?, will ever I be famous? Will I have ever have 50,000 fans screaming my name In a stadium or will I forever remain in the state I'm in? Writing songs and recording them every day for the sake of it Parents see me writing told me stop with this please Focus on your schoolwork, and stop dropping to C's Then I recorded my first song, played it to both of them And I saw they proud smile, they told me follow your dreams And now people want to know my opinions on politics It's all a big game on a big scale, when will we stop this sh** Police with guns k**ing daughters and sons In the name of democracy for the sake of hypocrisy There's got to be a bigger plan that we don't understand I ain't afraid to die anymore, so I put up my hands I ain't doing nothing, just my freedom that I'm trying to get If I have to live and hide the truth, I'd rather die instead No bias, but I believe that I'm the best one to rhyme My career like a ladder I'll take it one step at a time And If I make it, I hope you don't judge me and tell me I've changed Cause I promise I'll always be me, I'll always be the same I'll always be shy and sensitive when I'm dealing with people I'll always be up to play some soccer or a game of Fifa I'll always tell the truth, no matter how much I find it hard And most importantly, I'll always rely on god They say mc(2) equals e, I don't mean no pun But we all know that mc(2) is 441 Smelling like cigarettes and common sense But if it came down to the choice, I'd pick nicotine over oxygen I smoke a pack a day, and that's the bare minimum I'll probably die young, but tell me what's the point of living then Stressful having talent and not knowing what to do with it Like am I good enough to ever be part of the music biz Or will my songs just be a phase of all my younger ways Reflecting on all the crazy sh** I did in my younger days I won't lie, sometimes I had suicidal thoughts Cause if I don't do what I love, then why the f** am I alive But I can't leave it behind, can't leave my dad and my mom And through the microphone, I'll try getting in touch with god God…please answer my prayers at night Please tell me you hear me, please tell me that I'm living right Tell me you love me, and what I'm doing is worth something Cause when I die, I finally wanna be worth something I hope the people remember me Remember my face, my smile, and all the memories At the end of the day, when god takes me away…from the earth It's not about a hot bar or a verse… It's more about the people I touch when I converse And god knows I've been a king since birth So if you'll take me, I got a last wish ‘fore I'm in the hearse That the people remember the n***a born on April 21st