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This song states how I feel right about now.
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity. To seize everything you ever wanted.
One moment. Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti. He's nervous,but on the surface he looks calm and ready. To drop bombs,
but he keeps on forgeting. What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud. He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out. He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now. The clocks run out, times up over, bloah! Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked Hes so mad, but he wont give up that Is he? No He wont have it,
he knows his whole back citys ropes. It dont matter, hes dope He knows that, but hes broke. Hes so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his mobile home,
thats when its Back to the lab again yo This whole rap ****. He better go capture this moment and hope it dont pass him
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You better lose yourself in the music, the moment You own it, you better never let it go oh ho. You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo.
The souls escaping, through this hole that its gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order A normal life is borin, but superstardoms close to post mortar It only grows harder,
only grows hotter He blows us all over these hoes is all on him Coast to coast shows, hes know as the globetrotter Lonely roads, God only knows Hes grown farther from home, hes no father He goes home and barely knows his own daughter But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His bosses dont want him no mo, hes cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows He nose dove and sold nada So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose its old potna, but the beat goes on Da da dum da dum da da
No more games, Ima change what you call rage Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher Best believe somebodys payin the pied piper All the pain inside amplified by the fact That I cant get by with my 9 to 5 And I cant provide the right type of life for my family Cuz man,
these goddam food stamps dont buy diapers And its no movie, theres no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder Tryin to feed and water my seed,
plus See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama screamin on and Too much for me to wanna Stay in one spot,
another jam or not Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot Success is my only mothafuckin option, failures not Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go I cannot grow old in Salems lot So here I go is my shot. Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
You can do anything you set your mind to, man.
This song seems to conjure up some feelings. And if you don't like it, you know what you can do.
Just my 2 cents.
