Ok so Shon (one of my fitness trainers) told me to listen to Jay Z's verse on Black Republican. In the beginning of most relationships/friendships everything is clear, exciting and bright (no pun intended). Sometimes though the distractions and outside world can become too much to bear and friendships get sidetracked or destroyed in the process. I hope we never sing this tune Bright...not now or ever. I was inspired by Jay's verse so I wrote one too.
[Jay-Z]
Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (What?)
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend
We had governin', who would of thought the love would end
Like ice cold album, all good things
Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game
Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign
Could bring!, should bling, the game, and I could
It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thing
To the pressure for success can put a good strain
On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the good's insane
Though we rehearsed, it's just ain't the same
When you put in the game at age sixteen
Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and miss things
Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings
It all to a head like coin, cha-ching
The rule of evil strikes again, this could sting
Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
This puts the ring in jeopardy - until Liberty
[Shak]
We started out in the same sand box,
Didn't play fair cuz I’m born from a different lot
Lots of kids talked, said I could not…would not
Soft spoken, sweet kid with long locks
Pretty face, couldn’t throw rocks, no aim bad shot
My lessons were earned tho, school of hard knocks
Didn’t know people would hate what they are not
Now no amount of repeats let those compete
it’s never even, no strategies can beat
the one they’ve secretly admired so they try to be me
But I delete those who don’t honor defeat
They rather not try, and that’s the real beast
Someone who can’t look me in the eye, can neva feast
So hard to be the best; started out slower than the rest
Almost came to an arrest, No accolades for passing life’s test
I landed broken wing when I first left the nest
No pillow soft, to lay down to rest,
So even if u catch up, it’s not for long, I’m so rest less
Who knew it would be this hard?
I became what I am cuz they said I would fall
No more give and go’s straight hoop, I learned to ball
I went all out for a glimpse of the 5 around rodeo’s blvd
clowin’ with black faux furs, And that’s where it blurs,
My fam rather see me with nothin
I Never did it for stuntin, but to show I was neva bluffin
No frontin my ammunition came from hunger
thirsty to be more than just somethin
Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (What?)
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend
We had governin', who would of thought the love would end
Like ice cold album, all good things
Neva thought we sing the same song that all hood sang
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
You wouldn't bicker like the other fools talk good game
Neva imagine all the disasters that one could reign
Could bring!, should bling, the game, and I could
It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
And foreva be in debt, that's neva a good thing
To the pressure for success can put a good strain
On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the good's insane
Though we rehearsed, it's just ain't the same
When you put in the game at age sixteen
Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and miss things
Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings
It all to a head like coin, cha-ching
The rule of evil strikes again, this could sting
Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
This puts the ring in jeopardy - until Liberty
[Shak]
We started out in the same sand box,
Didn't play fair cuz I’m born from a different lot
Lots of kids talked, said I could not…would not
Soft spoken, sweet kid with long locks
Pretty face, couldn’t throw rocks, no aim bad shot
My lessons were earned tho, school of hard knocks
Didn’t know people would hate what they are not
Now no amount of repeats let those compete
it’s never even, no strategies can beat
the one they’ve secretly admired so they try to be me
But I delete those who don’t honor defeat
They rather not try, and that’s the real beast
Someone who can’t look me in the eye, can neva feast
So hard to be the best; started out slower than the rest
Almost came to an arrest, No accolades for passing life’s test
I landed broken wing when I first left the nest
No pillow soft, to lay down to rest,
So even if u catch up, it’s not for long, I’m so rest less
Who knew it would be this hard?
I became what I am cuz they said I would fall
No more give and go’s straight hoop, I learned to ball
I went all out for a glimpse of the 5 around rodeo’s blvd
clowin’ with black faux furs, And that’s where it blurs,
My fam rather see me with nothin
I Never did it for stuntin, but to show I was neva bluffin
No frontin my ammunition came from hunger
thirsty to be more than just somethin
You are really inspiring me till it isn't funny that was a great verse you should ghost write for someone. Cant wait till your next post!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm super late on the response. But thanks, much appreciated. You should write a verse or two and leave it sometime.
ReplyDeleteShak