Kno - Mic Like a Memory lyrics

[Hook] I shine in spaces where time is just a glare Hold the mic like a memory [Verse 1: Deacon the Villan] There was a time when I couldn't find energy The only person that was feelin' me was Mrs. Hennessy It's like life was pinnin' me down I used to go out on the town and get instantly clowned You ain't gonna be a rapper, you're not a factor You just a Kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor Chasing out the bogus dreams that you never achieve That's when the liquor and weed became a need Self-esteem was lower than snorkel cities Aspirations were about as big as Myrtle Urkel's titties Then as soon as I started getting some pride My sister hydroplaned and died on I-65 In a family full of pride, house full of tears Spent many years with a blood stream full of beers Heart full of fears all jeers, no cheers 'Till the rhythm in my ears make my mind clear [Hook] [Verse 2: Kno] I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs Can't grow fond of past memories Cause negativity leads the way to live with vast energy Offended by the mental imagery And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me Paternal tendencies towards chemical dependencies Had me thinking that all my enemies were kin to me I can't begin to see how to control the flash backs Progress past and my style of dress got me laughed at Thought I was pa**ed that but it attempts to reoccur When I don't perceive what I feel I deserve Being slurred by those not livin' in my position My thoughts tend to glisten, just like a pot to piss in And when I thought I'd risen, life freezes the frame So I hold the mic like a memory to ease the pain [Hook] [Verse 3: Kory Calico] I sit back and reflect, on the wild paths in my life Only pain and heartache can feel my paths on the right You know what blasphemy's like, cursing at God Cause you ain't got sh** it hurts and it's hard Hell at times I stepped it up to only stumble Was forced to play Tarzan in this concrete jungle Most of my life's a daze got me forever lighting haze Tryna forget the times, where I barely ate twice a day For, alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shame Sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter Few friends even then, most homies is fake Feel like a prisoner in my home, pencil my only escape I went from the block with my fam, to college exams But the pressures still there, dog I'm still scared But I know it will all be right in the end As long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen [Hook]