Derek Sanderson

Seventeen dollars in the cheque account
I can't afford wrapping paper and it's December now
I'm trying to rap for paper and get my message out
Sick of being broke as fuck and the best around
They tell me shave the syllables and dumb the records down
Dennis Miller - will you cut the obscure reference out
I guess I'm too intelligent for selling out
Which makes me too imbecilic to sell my records out
That means stupid, stupid
Get the Websters out
And I don't mean Emmanuel Lewis, goof
Bitch, please
In my city I'm the Springsteen of sixteens
An underground hero and I don't need to pick strings
Laughed at as a child…Now I'm lapping my idols
My once-favorite rappers are my rivals
And I can kill them with my eyes closed, blindfolded
Hands both against my spine, tied
High on crack and that's my quote
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My daddy named me Derek after Sanderson
A former Boston Bruin - slash – boozer – slash - addict
A disaster – slash - left-handed center with a heavy heart
Broke and on cocaine, who fell asleep in Central Park
I named myself D-Sisive when I was seventeen
Flipping through the dictionary, skimming through the letter “D”
Spelled it incorrectly, far from what it's meant to read
I'm trying to win a Juno, not trying to win a spelling bee
Promoters spelt it wrong on posters, unintentionally
Some added an extra “S”
Some added the letter “C”
And had me seeing red like a poinsettia leaf
Releasing kettle steam
Embarrassed, I went back to Derek C
And I accept I'll forever be connected to a name that was fresh to me
When I was seventeen
All that matters is the voice on the instrumentals
And not some pseudonym on a record sleeve
And that can be meant for me