NightWalker - The Man With The Black Beard lyrics

"Midnight, when the graves gave open and d**h strikes. How? You'll learn the answer in just a moment in The Man With The Black Beard." [Verse 1:] I never in my life imagined I'd be in the spot I am today I'm still alive at 25, so many people pa**ed away It's crazy how I lasted, hey the good die young, but strong survive I walk with pride, I raise my fist for those who fought and died From New York I'm live, fortified by past mistakes They're watching us from satellites, and in the gra** they're snakes My pa**ion's great and the foundation of my temple's strong Truth in every song, but won't be famous 'til I'm dead and gone I understand that and accept it but I ran sack A record exec with no respect for my rap until my hands crack (brap) Stand back, watch and learn until your optics burn My spot's confirmed 'cause my respect for hip-hop was earned I'm not concerned with your possessions or your records sold You left your soul next to your Hanco*k, now you gettin' old I'll never fold under pressure and I promise that I'll keep on climbing with the f**in' world on my back Chorus: 'Cause d**h is hard but life is harder still Sometime's it's easier to dismantal than to start to build Modest k**, close friends drift and act weird, he cracked beers Who? The man with the black beard [2X] "But when danger threatened innocent people, and when evil doers plotted against justice and..." [Verse 2:] Yo, that's when I put my foot down and raised my fist to the sky sincere Started reading books, before that I was getting high for years Educated by my peers, we stuck together like pages in p**n Through thick or thin, sink or swim, thru the waves of the pond Let's turn the page of the song to present day I never play, I compromise, but never compromised my pride in any way On the seventh day, I never rest, I just work harder f**in' pedal to the metal, level obstacles like monstertrucks Down on my luck, I'm stuck in purgatory circling It's getting on my nerves like skin still waiting for the words to spin It's worthless, what's the purpose, I'm losing control I can't afford a descent meal, tryin' to sell food for the soul Tryin' to shoot for a goal with a hole that's smaller than the ball While they foulin' but the ref ain't calling it at all (dude what the f**) I'll brawl 'til I fall, and they mistake the win They crawl up to the net, and calmly place it in [Chorus]