Lyric

Can I make

A million dollars off a rap tune

If I rap through

The worst days of my life?

People only want the best you

Or the sad stories

They attach to

So they attack you

Stab you when you glad

You conquered some things

You’ve wanted

Think back to ‘01

The one that left you

People in fact do

Necessitate someone

They can relate to

Thus keeping their faith through

Their worst days

The same way

I’m doing since my birth date

I slept through nine months

First on the race against

More than nine millions

Special

In life, we should never accept to

Be the last dude

When my eyes

For the first time were wide opened

I expected two

In front of me

A couple that loved each other

But truly my eyes viewed

A frightened lady

Accompanied by a man

Who lacks true

And both expected new baby

Would help to

Put this connection

Back on track

Instead she tracked queue

Of evidence

On the room

There’ve been always the elephant

My mother

Becoming dad to me

Father almost dead to me

Inside a vaccum

How the fuck

There’s still some dirty to vaccum?

I’ve kept doing

On rap tunes like this

My best way to Shaq fools

Where’s the vaccine

To inject cure

To the pain that’ll grow

When I’m adult?

Future’s dreadful

Outside you’ll act cool

To protect you

To restrict them

To affect

Now guess who’ll

Replace with laugh, wounds

Who’ll neglect hurt

To accept few

Cheerful moments with class crew

I guess you as clown

Supposed to amuse ‘em, hm

Inside there’s still that blue

Then you grasp who?

Actor, Lord bless you

On each step

Gloom bound to haunt

Your track soon

Feeling less

Until you have your cash, tours

As if it’s the map to happiness

Take a breath

Whenever you gasp and ask

Who you have

You grab music, loose leaf

Writing on your pain

As on a plaster covering a fracture

A scheme to suppress

Due to the fact

I’m bad at expressing

Through speech, lectures

Besides I feel like

There’s no one to address to

The one that when’s dead

They’ll get later the death news

MF Doom

For the show

I’ve always wore a mask

Don’t you look fragile

On your last days

When you look back to

What you passed through

You’ll grab path was a fast loop

The sad true

And now back to that room

You crying and who grabs you’s

The one whose womb had kept you

Carried you, as on a carriage

Woman’s life double streesful

The one that had never felt a queen

And wanted you

To feel like a prince

But you’ll realize that soon…