EPISODE · Oct 20, 2023 · 3 MIN

07 Including Me

from #StoriesAboutSongs · host RedefineHipHop

I wouldn’t say I’m a stranger to love And this ain’t a grudge, if this is all I get, this ain’t enough Gaining my trust is easy as obtaining a hug My arms are wider than the sky, take a look above If pain’s a must, let love help my brain adjust Famous or bust, that ain’t language for US And anger will crush your soul, cause your angels to hush It’s painful enough there’s far too many angles to touch Remain in my clutch at least until I change into dust Every fiber of my being is the part you can trust Art of the crutch could never touch heart of the hunch I do it like such, get it done like water for lunch Quickly, pick me while the flavor is ripe I’m favored to write until I write the favorite you like Maybe tonight, is this one? Does it suffice? My cuz advice (Choice!), never lose sight of your price Your worth is life, even if you work for life The perfect disguise until you find your purpose and prize And never fall victim to the worthless lies (including your own…) Including me, Including me, Including me Demoralized, the devil flaunts the proudest of lies Loudest of cries silently seen thru his eyes A dream once died, yeah, but now it’s alive How to survive determined by how it’s defined And defied, let’s see if the lies align The ties that bind cut em, what surprise you find These eyes of mine, can hardly wait to rise-n-shine Inside my dreams, the place where I finally find Peace of mind, if only one piece a time At least it’s mine and some of the decent kind Recent finds suggest I should Increase my line Of credit embedded in the great beyond Behind the signs, revealing that fear be gone Hear the song, but please don’t hear me wrong That’s the story of my life, the hurt that’s strong At curtain call, imma share my worth with y’all A keynote, up close and personal As far as curses go, I haven’t found the fix But bound to click writing over sounds of sticks And that’s drums, you know I love the pound and kicks Snares like bricks sitting in the palm of your fist Slamming on the concrete to make ‘em hear you exist This theory is bliss, proof something clearly amiss Nearly a myth, in truth, I barely exist