Who Am I

Greg Anderson

Its the same old cliche
You won't amount to shit
So you sit all alone
Spitballs to yourself
Only audience are ya walls
No balls to step up at all
Cause for all sorts of doubt
Syllabal and idea droughts
You plants new seeds
To sprout
Trying to make Em see
And be the MC of the millenia
How else would ya be
If God personally handed a pen to ya?
Literature befriended ya
After you fell
Rap helped you up and mended ya
Asked for you to give back
All the skill life lent to ya?
So you spill your essence
But you're an expedature
You need an escape
From fate and its distaste
This worlds a mistake
Can't stop for a piss break
Thinking which take
Will be your big break
And who's true, who's fake
But you believe you're great
And thats what counts
'Coz once it all amounts up
Into a mound
You need to slide in feet first
Kick up the dirt
Conjure the force of the four elements
And if they say you spit shit
Spit for the hell of it
Cause a shit storm
Absorb everything around
Til they can't give no more
And when its all over for em
Then look em in the eyes and really wage your war
They aren't your people
Or equals, neither the poor nor regal
Let em call you evil
They're beneath you
Besiege the world
Let em recover before starting your sequel
Should've been nicer in the prequel
But like Cavemen impressed with fire and grunts
You cunts are becoming extinct
So make all the noise you want
Coz I'm lighting you all up!

I roam these streets
Like a broken vagabond
Absconded from this world
Wandered and wonder why
I can't seem to find a place
That accepts a kind like mine
A select few
Pupils to the true school
Those who choose to jump through hoops
Of fire the size of the desire
That burns inside
Their hearts
And comes forth when they cry out

WHO AM I?

But most will never find out
Coz they never tried out
Now most have died out
And i ask myself the same thing, at night i cry out

Wanna burst on the scene
Before i burst at the seams
Wanna blurt out and scream
Such a curse of a dream
It's the closest I've been
I can reach if i lean
Fought since a teen
Need a fix like a fiend
Like a kid who would would tease
Life's slandering me
Propaganda, it seems
And the worst of it, see?
Is i don't get to be
The guy that you believe
Can rip from the start
Up til he leaves
We kind of people
Are kinda of being kind
Tired of wasting time
Primed, six shooter
We're loading pride
To fire at the night
So be prepared to start
Falling by the morning
Final warning
We're all talented
And want it all
So I'm calling for Marshall law
Til Mathers ain't the only one
Who matters
And the brilliant
Unsigned minds of our time
Quit being ignored
Those who share the thirst
For acknowledgement
Just be confident
It's time to show them
What we're worth
Whether first
Or labelled worse
Who cares? we've had enough
No one said making it wasn't tough
But like Cavemen impressed with fire and grunts
You cunts are becoming extinct
So make all the noise you want
Coz tonight we're lighting you all up!

I roam these streets
Like a broken vagabond
Absconded from this world
Wandered and wonder why
I can't seem to find a place
That accepts a kind like mine
A select few
Pupils to the true school
Those who choose to jump through hoops
Of fire the size of the desire
That burns inside
Their hearts
And comes forth when they cry out

WHO AM I?

But most will never find out
Coz they never tried out
Now most have died out
And i ask myself the same thing, at night i cry out

WHO AM I?

But most will never find out
Coz they never tried out
Now most have died out
And i ask myself the same thing, at night i cry out

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