Mr. J Medeiros - Foreword lyrics

Foreword [Verse 1] Mr. J. Medeiros Through the blogs mags flossed out tags Music will cost you exhaust you leave you lost with no bags Meaning you back where you started from Rapping ain't an art to some They bar you from the fast track Scar you when they laugh at An artisan disregarded when the mind and heart is one To pen a rhyme they want a pantomime I mean a harlequin Alcoholic pimp pusher prostituting mics Man I have to call it quits when it convolutes the light [Verse 2] Stro Elliot Stand for the overture, how bout a more mature attempt At making a mark, for a start I beg your pardon, I'm off My own target, I lost faith in a market I bought cake and it's awful I'm taught, take when it's offered It cost, a stomach ache and a loss Of good taste and for what Name on a side of a truck? They never bother with us Until we bothering that dollar they trust One follower at a time for bout a dollar and up [Verse 3] Mr. J. Medeiros Through the radio schemes scenes and T.V. screens You see a payday don't mean streams will see these jeans You can tell by my outfit I ain't selling out quick Shame I blame the name that they can't spell or pronounce yet It's Mr. J. Medeiros if you can huh then you can hear this Not who I was or I appear as Fear has the many viewing mirrors in masks Half full or half empty still you need a clear gla** [Verse 4] Stro Elliot Pick a lane, put your name inside of the game pool But watch these moderators they don't follow the same rules Between a rock and a hard place and i can't choose I'm tryin to find a documented receipt for these paid dues I made room, inside of a box but I can't move Lookin for that Parker Lewis life where I can't lose A synchronized watch with a pocket of earned profit I'm awfully worried? Stop it I'm not, I'll learn something watch me