You'll never get to see me
They say what I have doesn't sell
I'm the undigested meal
that got spit out of hell
I've been a gym rat for years
But I haven't got any swell
Pushing all of my chips forward
Without any tells
Now I got some raw talent
They'll give me that
I'm not spittin' my way out
of a life of click-clacks
I may be from a broken home
but passed the background for my gat
I'm half brown and half white
So when I get stopped
for an unbroken tail light
I'm let off with warning
and a "have a good night"
Now daddy died in prison
And sometimes he pulled a knife
But it wasn't a dirty shiv
it was diabetes took his life
My story isn't hood enough
to relate to the streets
They say I'm just not dirty
I've got an empty rap sheet
I guess they never heard
a vocabulary like mine
So I'll start working on a beat
that will surely blow their mind
I'll lay down a track on their crew
With unbelievable rhymes
Until their brains turn to goo
And they pull a contract to sign



