Sad story about a hip hop addict who changed for the better...
Lyrics
Let me tell u about this kid that used to write rhymes
Hip Hop moved into his life at the right time…
It took his mind away from a life a crime…
U could see him pacin’ in his basement all the damn time
His mic was always on…held tight in his right palm…
Fuck a pad…he used his walls to write on…
Likewise to caveman scrawls…
Rhymes about racin’ cars to praisin’ God
See…he wrote rhymes for himself…
And not to please anybody else…
He could care less about any wealth…
He was searchin’ for solitude…
And one day, it all changed
Some kid named Paul and another dude came…
He put his mic down as the doorbell rang…
He tore up the stairs like a hurricane…
Opened the door…fresh air hit his stubble…
Whassup man?...I stopped by
To see if u wanna collab wit my man and I
He said he guessed…
But the thought of his mic in someone else’s hand made him jealous
See, these kids were drug sellas…
Some wannabe good fellas…
They started freestylin’ about holdin’ steel…
But for the kid…that wasn’t real…
Back in the day he used to steal…
But that’s over…he’ll show ya…
He keeps his mic concealed and he’ll roast ya…
Paul lights a blunt and sits on a sofa…
The other kid went to sit and spit Move Ova…
The two started to argue…had a little scuffle…
The kid ran to ‘em to break up the trouble
Now this is when the story jumps to another level
I guess their freestyle was serious…
Paul pulled out heat and got serious
These kids are crazy…maybe delirious
Paul put two shots in this kid…
He was too late…but also to close to the gun smoke…
His ear drums popped and then there was a hiss
That’s fucked up…this kid cant hear shit…
Police rolled to the scene
He was found crying on his knees…
Head phones on his head…playing music…
But he cant hear it…
The only thing that made him happy
And he lost it…
