Thoughts for The Rise

Yo, everyone's gettin' to the front,
me left here to face the affront,
life became blunt, and I was given this shunt,
gettin' cared by none, I decide to run,
but, I just limp down the road to success,
left behind in a state of distress,
accolades given, they deserve it for the stress,
y'all hail the best, and just fuck the rest,
they are the most sought-after now,
I am made to give 'em a quick bow,
see the way the life changes, yeah, how?
can't understand it, me with defeat in tow,
everytime I start to rip, I'm left out with a shove,
wait, what to do now? I aint worryin' about love,
just got sick thinkin' about the crown,
fear that I turn into a clown,
and datz the reason for this frown,
ma thoughts get unbound,
destination not yet found,
eyes get filled with fear when I see around,
with all these dawgz flyin' away, me still on the ground,
patiently waitin' for ma day without a single sound,
yeah....just gettin some optimism into ma brain,
gotta kick this shytt, otherwise, I'ma be lame,
gotta hide this pain, and drive along the life-lane,
and reach there before they start callin' me 'insane'....


Hook:
"Ya a loser", this is what they've gotta say,
"Yo, lemme booze it", this is what I've gotta say,
Yeah, lemme booze it and choose ya without any truce
time to hit ya coz I finished the 1s & 2s,
the city lights spark with the street emcee's fuse,
now, no more warning, time to deploy some troopz.


Yo, God sent me here to entertain y'all,
but these muthafuckaz just wanna see me fall,
they aint knowin'; It's ma turn coz I've got the ball,
got less time, but I need to win this battle for me and y'all,
to shut their mouthz coz I dont wanna see them tattlin' tall,
need some love but all they know to do is to abhor,
this is the way I spit directly, can't help if ya get appalled,
am reticent by nature, but brought to a situation called war,
made them listen to ma call after a raw vodka-shot,
some thought I was babblin',
some took it as a philosophy-shout,
but it was the real shytt inside me waitin to pop-out,
ya may begrudge or ya just may accord,
this's what I'm and this's what I'll be, either intact or torn,
by the grace of the Lord, will shun your attempts to get me gone,
and a time comes when I rise high,
to kick those haterz as far as to the sky,
so that they get outta the vicinity of ma eye,
and gimme some time to check into ma own plight,
so that I can live ma life in peace-white,
now, let this fire of desire fuel ma rise...