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rory marley - q&a كلمات أغنية

verse 1:
people often ask me, “how’d i begin rap?”
lemme spin back till i’m sitting up in class
12th grade—back then, i only listened to big
so he left a big impact

while it’s facts, most of my life that i’ve been fat
i didn’t have black skin with a flow colder than pimp slaps
i didn’t pack gats with six mags or flip crack
or get stacks or get ass

i didn’t craft diss tracks that had
half the country come down on the other half like folded maps
what more can i say?
i wasn’t known for that—it wasn’t my life

no brooklyn heights, just cul_de_sacs
i mimicked his rhymes, and i embraced the mismatch
the only flow i knew, the sole style i could spit as
and i’ll bе the first admit that

as a short white kid, i was far more than a bit whack
i startеd with passing these stiff, trash, just whack raps to chris f
a friend who would kick back, relax, just laugh
little did i know rap would grow to be my passion
back then, this was idle chit_chat
and nothing more than that
now just look what happened

verse 2:
a few years later in college, the math has changed
my imaginary ops are catching strays
from raps i made so fast the paper flashed to flames
and ashes faster than a flash would stay from sat_rday to sat_rday

i’m writing bars, skipping class, and taking drugs
while masking pain i had, afraid
because the truth was actually lame

i had brain disorders that i hadn’t tamed
and instead of getting help, i just went and channeled wayne
lots of pot, molly rocks, to suppress that bad away
oxys topped with vodka shots—whoops, suppressed the glad away

so anxious in class that the stories i told
had friends actively laugh
popping molly in ‘em just to f_cking have to relax
i would have to amass the courage
to rattle an answer to a question that i knew as a fact
that’s where i was at
i’d confide in rap
suicidal thoughts in every rhyme i had
and i was close to doing it—as microns, that’s the truth
but that was bygones back

and hearing all my icons rap
gave me the drive to fight on back
and get my life on track

big, nas, and em, dre, k.dot and friends
saved me from me and walked the hostage in
the mirror safely free into the promised land
so really, i am honest when i thank god for them

forever paying homage and acknowledge what they did for me
without knowledge and
i pray to god i honor them

every time i go to c_ck a pen
and jot amends for sins i wish i long forgotten since
‘cause the solemn bitter fact is, without rap
it’s not a stretch to picture me just locked within a coffin, dead

it’s nothing ‘cept some common sense
but as i go to talk on that, talk my bit, talk my sh_t
i’m caught up in emotions i ain’t conquered yet
and drop in bed as consciousness slips
like every thought i ever thought was lead
it’s somber as i ponder up in silence on what sonder is
sleep is the cousin of death, just like nas had said

- rory marley

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