“Never Broken”

Verse 1:
I've been getting a lot of compliments lately for my music man
i pour my heart and soul into my rhymes
the best I can
but when am I going to see the fruit from my hard work
some say I'm underrated what am i really worth
i get a round of applause from every single one of my fans
I'm grateful for every shout out I get, all of my Stan's
my lucky break is around the corner i can almost taste it
it be a shame to throw away this gift so I won't waste it
from writing to arranging composing and production
i do it all by myself just tell me the function
some rappers need ghost writers to write there own rhymes
just read between the lines and you will see they're so blind
im always open, never broken, rap like token, till im provoking MC's that be coming up in the game, always the same names, grabbing the lights and fame
while there puffing on that mary jane
light from the fire gets consumed by the flames
Chorus:
These lights are brite and they shine in the show
from the stage to the floor to the roof to the doors
the crowd keeps cheering cause they want some more
so i keep giving them what they've been waiting for
Verse 2:
some say that i should write for the youth
but I'm an old head which generation would you choose
I'm better off dead
the truth is I spit for all that will come to hear it
i spit for your ears body mind soul and spirit
there's an anointing in these lyrics
that will plant a seed in your heart
dropping pearls of wisdom and knowledge
I've know I've done my part
giving praise to the arts
guided by the light not consumed by the dark
be careful for them sharks cause there looking to make a mark
on the industry, to obtain a certain pedigree, but mentally they're incapable of getting the best of me
i remain on my toes, on the lookout for my foes, always guarding my heart cause I know just how the story goes
you give them an inch and they take out the whole mile
that's wild cause their style is phony and vile that's a pile of denial
so I'ma do the best i can for My name sake
I'm flexible to a point but I won't bend or break
Verse 3:
These lights are brite
i feel like I'm out of sight
lord help me to see the light
I've been wondering in the night
i put my right foot in front of me
it's gunna be fun to see
my situation from under thee
anomaly probably win the lottery
but if I don't I'll smash this bottle of Bacardi
my luck has run out traveling to Lombardy
while the party has just started
fans have bombarded the gates
security is late, give me a break
as i watch the debates
slim pickings it's fake
america about make a big mistake
and get thrown into a lake of fire
with a burning desire to get higher
passing the flyers to acquire these liars
while the suppliers are running out of inventory, nothing left to the story
the news bores me
channel surfing cause there's nothing good to watch
negativity infiltrates the airwaves
as old men bottle their scotch
we're trying to fix the rest of the world while we cant fix the problem on our own block
it's like we got the keys but we can't fit it inside the lock

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