[chorus]x2   I sign his space's with time existant blare   I hold the mic like a memory      [Deacon the Villan]   There was a time when I couldnt find energy   The only person that was feelin' me was Mrs. Hennesey   Ahh, its like life was pinnin' me down   I used to go out 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 jeers, no cheers   Till the rhythm in my ears make my mind clear      [Chorus]x2      [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]x2      [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