CunninLynguists - Mic Like A Memory (feat. Kory Calico) скачать mp3

[Chorus - 2X] I shine in spaces where time is just a glare Hold the mic like a memory [Deacon the Villan] There was a time when I couldnt find energy The only person that was filln' me was Mrs. Hennesey Ahh,Its like life was pinnin' me down I used to gout on the town and get instantly clowend You aint 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 Thats when the liquer and weed 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 geeting some pride My sister hydroplaned and died on I-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 ??, no cheers Till the rhythem in my ears make my mind clear [Chorus - 2X] [Dj Kno] Aiiyo, I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs Cant grow fond of past memories Cos negetivity leeds the way to live with vast energy Offended by the mental imagery And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me paternal tendancies towards chemical dependancies had me thinking that all my enemies work into me And I cant 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 dont 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 - 2X] [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 blasphermy's like, cursing the god Cause you aint got shit it hurts and its 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 For, 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