The neon lights dazzle before eyes making my pupils retract so much I had to close my eyes for
a minute. Bass booming so loud I can hardly feel my heart beating anymore. Yet I feel so alive
at the same time. I open my eyes at the tap of my brother Jermaine. My mother, sister, and
brothers all look at me smiling with hearts full of pride and happiness. No words need to be
spoken. Another man comes into view short with long dreads down his shoulders and a
headset with a walkie in hand. He yells over the bass " Deetranada! You are on in 3 seconds."
I smile nervously and jump up and down. I really loud voice announces me on stage I can feel
the floor shake its so loud. I smooth down my hair and run out from backstage
to the main stage. The lights blind me until finally all i see is there is a crowd of faces and the
bass calms until it begins again to a song whichI am familiar. I shut my eyes again I can't believe
how big this is and say to myself "This is my passion I gotta boss up I tell myself just like Kelly
told me."
You called my phone the other day
And I had the courage to say
"Oh hey, man things changed"
I know by now you probably want the old thing back but
It won't be the same no it won't be the same
And around this time I
Go back to you, go back to you, go back to you
Go back to lies, lies
(I don't sing but whatever)It's maybe that I'm used to 90-degree weather
Getting mad cheddar from the jack
Two times 50 with you, always on a stack
Want the thing back, but you messed up back
Back Then
Maybe if you ain't play the 5 times 10
Then we probably would've had what we had back when
I never had to worry 'bout another friend
When I never had to worry 'bout a probable end
But things change
I know you got hurt like back to back to back
I know the ones you had was whack to whack to whack
Finally in my zone like a running back
See me in my fit? It's like black on black on black on black
I swear, you always blue like a smurf
Make you touch down like down in the Earth
All these other rappers getting kilt like a skirt
In the light of day, get it?
It's all bad if I feel some type of way
When I say that I'm gon' get it, it's right away
All these people chucking all these conundrums
But my wrist so cold like a tundra
Take notes and pass it to Kanye
The way I dress make you think that it's Sunday
All these children is my son, they
Look to me for the style like mommy
Like "aye, when you dropping that tape?"
"when you pulling up with the cape?"
"when you sipping on the styra, codeine with the grape?"
"when you pistol whipping doolies with the 8?"
"when you gon' be grammy great?"
And all this made me think of you...
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