CunninLynguists - Mic Like A Memory Lyrics
f/ Kory Calico* send corrections to the typist[chorus]x2I sign his space's with time existant blareI hold the mic like a memory[Deacon the Villan]There was a time when I couldnt find energyThe only person that was filln' me was Mrs. HenneseyAhh,Its like life was pinnin' me downI used to gout on the town and get instantly clowendYou aint gonna be a rapper, you not a factorYou just a kentucky boy, get yourself a tractorChasing out the bogus dreams that you never acheiveThats when the liquer and weed became a needSelf-esteem was about as low as ??Asperations were about as big as Mertyl Ercle's tittiesThen as soon as I started geeting some prideMy sister high, druged, plain and died on ile 65In a family full of pride, house full of tearsSpent many years with a blood stream of beersHeart full of fears all ??, no cheersTill the rhythem in my ears make my mind clear[Chorus]x2[Dj Kno]Aiiyo, I hold the microphone enclosed in my palmAnd go beyond the flows exposed in my songsCant grow fond of past memoriesCos negetivity leeds the way to live with vast energyOffended by the mental imageryAnd suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for mepaternal tendancies towards chemical dependancies had me thinking that allmy enemies work into meAnd I cant begin to see how to control the flash backsAnd progress past, all my style of dress got me laughed atThought I was passed atBut it attemps to reoccur when I dont proceive wat I feel I deservebeing slurred by those not livin' in my position,My thoughts tend to glisten, Just like I'm kinda pissn'And when I thought id risin', life freeze's the frameSo I hold the mic like a memory to ease th pain.[Chorus]x2[Kory Calico]I sit back on the flip, on the wild paths in my lifeOnly pain and heartache can feel my paths on the rightYou know wat blasphermy's like, cursing the godCause you aint got shit it hurts and its hardHell at times I steped it up to only stumbleWas forced to play tarzan in this concrete jungleMost of my life's a daze got me forever lighting hazeTrying to forget the times, where I barely ate twice a dayFor, alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shamesharing a twin bed in a homeless shelterFew friends even then, most hommies is fakeFeel like a prisoner in my home pencil my only escapeI went from the block with my fam, to collage examsBut the pressures still thereDog, I'm still scaredBut I know it will all be right in the endAs long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen
