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Journey

June 1, 2012
By spidermonkyaftermathP BRONZE, SanFransisco, California
spidermonkyaftermathP BRONZE, SanFransisco, California
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Have you ever had a dream?
You’d do anything to achieve it.
Nobody can help you.
They can just sit back and believe it.
But you deceive it.
You give up like you never conceived it.
I’m the opposite.
Imma do this ‘till the day I quit breathing.
I bring with me.
A new sense of being.
And nobody’ll realize it.
‘Till the day that I’m leaving.
My temper is seething.
So imma have to call me a meeting.
But for all my enemies.
There’s just not enough seating.
You might’ve thought you could stop me.
Take my rhymes, rob me.
But now you’ve sparked a beef.
With the lyrical Nazi.
Imma burn you.
Then take all the riches you flaunt.
Spezial Ed not giving up.
‘Till I get what I want.
I might have to travel.
Every inch of the Earth.
It’s my destiny, I know it.
Been set since my birth.
And I could give a flying chirp.
If I make you feel like Kurt.
Cobain, but I will be present.
At the funeral for what it’s worth.
I worked my a** off.
You slacked off your entire life.
So either laugh it off.
Or just back off, in spite.
Of the fact that just a year ago.
We were in switched positions.
But I turned over the tables.
Closed my eyes made a wish then.

CHORUS:
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The game, is it Judas, or can anyone lie to us?
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The game, is it Jesus, or can anyone preach to us?
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The haters, give ‘em a blade, tell ‘em do the world a favor.
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The haters, I’m on a journey, I’ll deal with y’all later.

I’m bringin’ it, ringin’ it.
Outta your necks while I’m singin’ it.
You step outta line.
And imma have to get to Rodney King-in’ ya.
Never again will I let my dreams.
Drift so far apart.
I stay grindin’.
I’m close to crackin’ apart the charts.
Where did it all start?
As a dream in my heart.
A savior, cuz I don’t wanna work.
For 30 years at Walmart.
I’m the realest and a realist.
So I don’t see what the big deal is.
I’m me, that’s forever a promise.
Lock it and seal it.
Sometimes I feel.
I’m on a journey, I’m yearning.
For a higher purpose.
But the world keeps turning.
But what do I do?
Whine about it, sit on my a**.
Thinkin’ why the hell can’t I go back.
And re-arrange the past.
Because the past made me.
Into what I am today.
What am I today?
Powerful, successful, and paid.
I used to always be on my own.
But now look what I’ve made.
Went from havin’ no protection.
To rollin’ with a motorcade.
Financial aid?
Yeah, homie I got ya.
Couple hundred bucks?
Yeah, homie I’ll spot ya.
Step outta line.
Yeah, homie I’ll drop ya.
But when my records drop.
Yeah, homie go cop ‘em.
Take a good look at him.
You don’t know a thing about him.
He comin’ at you full speed.
Homie, try and stop him.
He takes his glocks, stops.
Long enough to c*** ‘em.
Just in case of a situation.
In which he might have to pop ‘em.

CHORUS:
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The game, is it Judas, or can anyone lie to us?
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The game, is it Jesus, or can anyone preach to us?
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The haters, give ‘em a blade, tell ‘em do the world a favor.
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The haters, I’m on a journey, I’ll deal with y’all later.

Now tell me do you see me? (see me)
On top of the pyramids.
I’ve drifted so far from home.
Now tell me do you see me? (see me)
On top of the pyramids.
I feel so scared and alone.

Ripped the rhymes apart.
Like the Incredible Hulk.
No man of any caliber.
Can match my bulk.
Rappers wanna know why.
Their music gets old.
It’s cuz fame is accomplished.
Homie, it’s not sold.

CHORUS:
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The game, is it Judas, or can anyone lie to us?
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The game, is it Jesus, or can anyone preach to us?
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The haters, give ‘em a blade, tell ‘em do the world a favor.
I blew up, grew up, screwed up, moved up, chewed up.
The haters, I’m on a journey, I’ll deal with y’all later.


The author's comments:
It's a song partially based on "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho and partly on my own experiences writing, recording, and performing. It's about both mine and Santiago's (main character of "The Alchemist") personal legends.

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