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Let me scratch the surface 'for I get down to the core
Let me reiterate, I quit the game the second its a chore
I don’t have any other plans but I can’t do that to hip hop
I can’t be making whack music like Macklemore with thrift shop
There I said it, ain’t nobody said it realer
I’d put a gun up in your hand and convince you you’re a killer
With my, vanilla skin I’m cooking food for thought
I went to school just to forget everything I was taught
See I’m still underground where thousands of people left their dreams
They’re light is dimming, number slimming not as easy as it seems
But we got people like Logic out on the streets beaming
I guess he’s one of the only reasons that I’m still dreaming
Ain’t it funny every year a rapper claims that its theirs
We’re all tortoises deluded in a race against the hares
Not a penny to our name a couple million to theirs
They just made like seven thousand off 4 strands of their hair, it just ain’t fair
We working with the scraps, our only building blocks
Struggling to make a living on the passion we’ve got
Give our life to something which feels like its killing us
Our passion only dies when it feels like we’re giving up
Turn up to shows seeing artists hold their composure
I got the numbers and statistics but I don’t get the same exposure
I wanna have all of those feelings take it to another scale
But I find I hold myself back from the feeling that I will fail
So I’m stuck in a place where I’m nor falling or climbing
In a short term industry everyone around me timing
But this can’t be rushed, and I can’t give up
I can’t believe I almost made it and the time’s nearly up
And I’m growing up fast childhood don’t really last
Tryna build a better future but I’m still missing the past
People come and go but I made friendships for life
To throw that all away is stupid and it don’t feel right
So I’ll juggle them both, to make the perfect remedy
They’ll be searching long after, no clues till the end of me
I’ma stay killing, even covered marshals Legacy
So long after im gone someone will still remember me
We working with the scraps, our only building blocks
Struggling to make a living on the passion we’ve got
Give our life to something which feels like its killing us
Our passion only dies when it feels like we’re giving up
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