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To the Rap game that I Love, I hate to But-In, but how can I have respect for something when the only real I hear in the field comes only from Joe Budden
But yeah, stay stunting, stay fronting, selling your soul to a real lyricist means nothing
I think now I’ve just about seen it all, seen it up close, seen it from a far, BUT YOU SHOULDNT HAVE TO LOSE SOMETHING TO BE IN POSITION TO UNDERSTAND, NONE OF THAT SHIT IS WHAT REALLY MAKES YOU WHO YOU ARE
Nah I don’t think so, think they took it too far, yeah you’re a star, a legend in your own mind, confined to your own convictions, addicts with out addictions, but you don’t need “Bars” for your mind to be confined TO SELF IMPOSED PRISONS
Truth is I never even cared who listens; I stay my position, stay stationary, every time I write I’m on a mission, literal missionary. With vision, literal visionary, opposition’s ignorance just adds to my minds convisary
It’s hard enough to hate, harder to stay there aint it, how could I loose to the 50 cents of the world when I’m a self made “Change Agent”, get it 50cent/ change agent…Guess it’s to deep aint it….
Anyway life’s to short, but mines been long with that of a lot of pain, so I make them find out the hard way: YOU CANT SCRUB AWAY FEELINGS WITH WATER THROUGH THE HEAD OF A SHOWERS RAIN
So I learned to embrace pain, with humility and time I let it pass, cause THE HARDEST HEADS IN THE GAME, ALWAYS MAKE FOR THE SOFTEST ASS
So for now I just laugh, shaking my head, watching “so called” Hip-Hop heads bop, until they come down with a bad case of the “Ghost Writers” Block. My writers block is never blocked, thank God for hip-hop….
The only time my writings blocked is when it’s fighting with words that I could use as a weapon, than I realize it’s my Actions not my Words that are the only thing that could ever stop me from watching you stacking your money and me counting my blessings
It’s B . Wix, all the way real, until my souls resting
Stay tuned for the next Hip-Hop Confessions…
But yeah, stay stunting, stay fronting, selling your soul to a real lyricist means nothing
I think now I’ve just about seen it all, seen it up close, seen it from a far, BUT YOU SHOULDNT HAVE TO LOSE SOMETHING TO BE IN POSITION TO UNDERSTAND, NONE OF THAT SHIT IS WHAT REALLY MAKES YOU WHO YOU ARE
Nah I don’t think so, think they took it too far, yeah you’re a star, a legend in your own mind, confined to your own convictions, addicts with out addictions, but you don’t need “Bars” for your mind to be confined TO SELF IMPOSED PRISONS
Truth is I never even cared who listens; I stay my position, stay stationary, every time I write I’m on a mission, literal missionary. With vision, literal visionary, opposition’s ignorance just adds to my minds convisary
It’s hard enough to hate, harder to stay there aint it, how could I loose to the 50 cents of the world when I’m a self made “Change Agent”, get it 50cent/ change agent…Guess it’s to deep aint it….
Anyway life’s to short, but mines been long with that of a lot of pain, so I make them find out the hard way: YOU CANT SCRUB AWAY FEELINGS WITH WATER THROUGH THE HEAD OF A SHOWERS RAIN
So I learned to embrace pain, with humility and time I let it pass, cause THE HARDEST HEADS IN THE GAME, ALWAYS MAKE FOR THE SOFTEST ASS
So for now I just laugh, shaking my head, watching “so called” Hip-Hop heads bop, until they come down with a bad case of the “Ghost Writers” Block. My writers block is never blocked, thank God for hip-hop….
The only time my writings blocked is when it’s fighting with words that I could use as a weapon, than I realize it’s my Actions not my Words that are the only thing that could ever stop me from watching you stacking your money and me counting my blessings
It’s B . Wix, all the way real, until my souls resting
Stay tuned for the next Hip-Hop Confessions…
