Lyrics

"Son, shoot for the skies" is what they told me So I aimed for the Moon but landed in the backyard I guess my destiny had other intentions for me To go over it's twice as hard to be seen for what you are And I know I deserve more than this by far Some take me for a joke because i'm local But my vocals are solar and so far I'm only seen as a sparkle within the star spangled When in fact i'm of the substance that makes the banner That allows you to see where hip-hop is at worldwide When my tape is inside your stereo or walkman i'm talking to you The true B-Boy and the B-Girl who be constantly having to undo What's society takes us for It's a civil war and civilized Having support is so short cause it's profitable They treat us like ghosts Pretending they don't see us When our presence yeah it haunts them And our skills yeah they want them Well I want things too But they refuse to negotiate Making things uncomfortable I want to live life like a Huxtable Own a house in an ajuxtable position Adjacent to musicians, poets, and dancers I'm a Gypsy but I still get unclear answers When looking into my palm to read And I really don't know what to call it All i find is emptiness And it kinda reminds me of my wallet Ball it up and throw back into my pocket (rock it off (?)) full of frustration People wondering why am I pacing What I'm wondering is it the time that I been wasting Should I have signed upon the dotted line Or better yet cut off my mic line, my life line And dedicate myself to some other kind unexploitable influential art That truly matters of the heart from start to finish But that thought is quickly diminished When replenished by my kinfolk who spark (?) from which I take a toe And nothing I strive for continue My menu is designed to get all up in you I refuse to go to waste My philosophy within your brain is what you taste No haste, no bad face of disgust Within my food for thought Flavor is a must And believe you me, I know It's hella hard when then no one who believes in you And those who claim they do they only do When they need you to do something Give them something in exchange It's got my stomach feeling strange My atmosphere I leave to change (x2) But that never works Just introduces new faces That take up places Of the (?) same old cases Of clenched fists Disappointments and disses Everyone's in your business The breaking up of your Mrs What is this, i'm curious But most of all i'm furious You see, i'm tryin to (starburst?) And quench my thirst Before my breaks dry out And become raisin's in the sun It's hella hard