Mic Like a Memory

I sign his space's with time existant blare

I hold the mic like a memory

[Deacon the Villan:]

There was a time when I could'ntfind energy

The only person that was filln' me was Mrs. Hennesey

Ahh, It's like life was pinnin' me down

I used to go out on the town and get instantly clowend

You ain't gonna be a rapper, you not a factor

You just a kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor

Chasing out the bogus dreams that you never acheive

That's when the liquer and **** became a need

Self-esteem was about as low as?

Asperations were about as big as Mertyl Ercle's titties

Then as soon as I started getting some pride

My sister hydroplained and died on ile 65

In a family full of pride, house full of tears

Spent many years with a blood stream of beers

Heart full of fears all jeers, no cheers

Till the rhythm in my ears make my mind clear

[Chorus x2]

[Dj Kno:]

Aiiyo, I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm

And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs

Can't grow fond of past memories

Cause negativity leads the way to live with vast energy

Offended by the mental imagery

And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me

Paternal tendencies towards chemical dependencies had me thinking that all

My enemies work into me

And I can't begin to see how to control the flash backs

And progress past, all my style of dress got me laughed at

Thought I was passed at

But it attemps to reoccur when I don't proceive wat I feel I deserve

Being slurred by those not livin' in my position,

My thoughts tend to glisten, Just like I'm kinda pissn'

And when I thought id risin', life freeze's the frame

So I hold the mic like a memory to ease th pain.

[Chorus x2]

[Kory Calico:]

I sit back on the flip, on the wild paths in my life

Only pain and heartache can feel my paths on the right

You know wat blasphemy's like, cursing at God

Cause you ain't got **** it hurts and it's hard

Hell at times I steped it up to only stumble

Was forced to play Tarzan in this concrete jungle

Most of my life's a daze got me forever lighting haze

Trying to forget the times, where I barely ate twice a day

Feeling alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shame

Sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter

Few friends even then, most hommies is fake

Feel like a prisoner in my home, pencil my only escape

I went from the block with my fam, to collage exams

But the pressures still there

Dog, I'm still scared

But I know it will all be right in the end

As long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen