I'm not your average MC, been spitting for over a decade and writing for way longer. Getting good with making beats and playing the electric guitar. Music is ev
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Name is Lord Tenzo, and i've been doing this ever since i can remember. Started as a way to vent and move on with my life, but has quickly turned into the only thing that really defines me. Im getting good at guitar and been starting to make beats. Lived all over the place so my sound is real unique. Gangsta yet refined. I take this serious. I don't have any fear about not making it. Some people are meant to build cars, or catch footballs. I was born to rock crowds. Simple ya know?
Smoke Budz
-HB
Lyrics
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walk with me now, let me show you something
…how a kid can come from the slums of having nothing
how I made the gifts, given god I thank you truely
…I made it into college…I got the banks approving
from the test and lesson, given just another question
…I got my mothers blessing, father was a fucking mess and
the answers never given, my life a fucking story
…realize that I am not a man that’s of the glory
when I was born a baby, another war of aging
…my mother scooped me up…then passed me to another lady
but that was cool ya know, it got me out the fucking ghetto
…and so I thank my god, the making of the suffer settle
I was the one of five, taking to the another road
…along the path I past my ash and kept it in a covered rose
we were anothers hope, a woman never knows
…the path her son will take, when soul abides the clevers growth
looking back yeah I know I made a couple errors
…I’ve been banging since the crumble of the troubled era
And im sorry if you’ve ever seen me loose my temper
…ive been wearing blue ever since I could remember
soldier of fortune, ive been rappin just to yank the thesis
…and no bullets felt, knife or shell, so thank you jesus
el mano de dios, let the hand of god correct it
…and ive been beaten by my life so that I respect it
And as I got older, the trouble only doubled
…the stakes where through the roof of shooting for the lonely shuttle
my father was a loser, choosing he would leave and wander
…but I aint mad at the man, because he made me stronger
the younger years where dark, my family fell apart
…my heart was ripped and it flipped out with every scar
and so we moved Durham, the place where I was banging
…I am a six hookz og, and yet im hanging
my sister left the family, we had to let her go
…she would tear apart my mother from her very soul
my mother went to school, worked and had a lot of burdens
…she was hurting, and the fridge had not a single serving
she almost died, she would drink until it filled her hurt
…and I would try, not to think about me losing her
but the fact of reason, hate was only sorta true
…I held my anger on my sleeve and sorted out the war of proof
Let me tell a story, one I sorta live in…
…ive been given not a chance but a source of living
when the struggle ceases, peoples sending fears
…I’ve fought these inner demons on the brink of 20 years
I am a prophet asking, soldier hold of honest rapping
…I am the eyes, ears, mouth of a gospel crashing
so never take for granted, all the seeds your planting
…lift a helping hand, to a man, in need of standing
no matter what’s intended, all you have is tactics
…all you have is the sad, in the inner sadness
all I know is nothing, god has given sanctum
…my life is precious, I’d protect it with a temper tantrum
My vision is sitting paralleled by those that need a savior
…and no im not god, but ill try for something greater
From the sight of progress, to the life of water
…my biggest problem is the fear me just like my father
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