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Compared to nobody else...Straight outta Lextown Kentucky 859...NY Style
"In This World 2005"--Out Now
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...Rapper/Lyricist/Writer/Poet/Entrepeneur...
(Since May 19th)
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #11,490
Peak in subgenre #6,418
Author
Blue
Rights
Daniel Cobb
Uploaded
April 01, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
[Blue]
I don't wanna go on, this is no way to live,
Back to back tragedy everyday, this is how it is.
No way to pull myself out of this hole that I'm stuck in,
I try to fight fire with fire, but I'm so reluctant.
Been rapping for 2 years now, still no respect,
No contract with my signature, no chain on my neck.
No change of venue, I'm living the same life,
An underage rapper being hated cuz I'm white,
But most can't challenge me, cuz they know that I'm right,
Color has nothing to do with the man, that's only eyesight.
Some may actually think I'm good, as a matter of fact,
You'd probably listen to me if my skin color was black.
I'm like a needle being placed in the haystack,
It'll take years to get discovered, decades to get the Maybach.
Then again I'm different, you'll either love me or hate me,
Either tell me I'm rookie of the year, (You must be crazy).
Now I'm sittin at my desk, writing in my basement,
Trying to find a rhythm to the beat, going back to basics.
I been working at this for no reason for so long,
Getting nothing in return, man, I just (don't wanna go on)
[Chorus]
I don't wanna go on, with this dead-end life,
I don't wanna hold on, unless I'm holding a mic.
I don't wanna go on, with this same old fight,
Of getting noticed, when my road is paved with no light.
I don't wanna go on, with these empty pockets,
I don't want my old job, resorting back to robbing.
I don't wanna go on, with this same old fight.
Of being broke and, not knowing where to sleep at night.
[B-Ware]
so tell me, where do ya see yourself in bout ten years /
i couldnt tell ya what i see, becuz my shits not clear /
i wish, i could tell ya ill be swimmin in cash /
from rippin these tracks, makin it big in this rap /
but right now, all i see is me in the position /
of writin songs, recordin em, and havin no one listinin /
its pissin me off to where i wanna quit this /
but cant, cuz i just cant wake up from this dream of spittin /
in front of millions, sellin tickets to sold out crowds /
coppin profits, from the music wit the golden sound /
not bein broke and down, on the bad luck i have /
and mopin around, cuz my lifes goin no where fast /
flowin dope sounds, but have yet to been found /
but when i am, the finder's fee'll be bout a thou- /
sand, oh my mistake, i meant bout a million /
cuz thats the price of each track i'll be killin /
but for me, it seems respect's hard to come by /
cuz my skin color glows when theres no sun light /
which means my shit sucks right when my flows drop /
cuz im white, and thats why i dont wanna go on /
[Chorus]
I don't wanna go on, with this dead-end life,
I don't wanna hold on, unless I'm holding a mic.
I don't wanna go on, with this same old fight,
Of getting noticed, when my road is paved with no light.
I don't wanna go on, with these empty pockets,
I don't want my old job, resorting back to robbing.
I don't wanna go on, with this same old fight.
Of being broke and, not knowing where to sleep at night.
[Blue/B-Ware]
Blue:
I try doing what I love, but they never take me serious,
They're thinking I've lost my mind, I'm going delirious,
Because of the simple fact that my supposed interior,
Is off track, it has no way of matching my exterior.
B-Ware:
hip hops in my soul, and thats somethin y'all cant kill /
so fore ya judge books on their cover, best crack the seals /
and actually look inside, and go skim past the pages /
so maybe then, ya'll can finally see past the races /
Blue:
And see past what the color of my face is,
I don't give a damn what you think, you can continue to hate this.
I'm gonna be here till the end, go ahead and face it,
So if you don't wanna hear me, then just don't play this.
B-Ware:
but yet, ya'll gotta say shit, cuz ya'll just jealous /
tryin to rain on our party but fellas, we brought umbrellas /
so fuck ya'll, keep tellin us that our flows dont work /
cuz everytime ya'll do, we just make ya'll eat your
