Crooked I

Song
If you had the chance to change your whole life with one song What would that song sound like? Is music truly my calling? Cuz my community's shocking Poverty got us starving That's why them toolies be cocking Failure's in hot pursuit of me Crime rate's soon to be dropping No loot to drop a pocket No opportunity knocking I can see myself living a better life Let my mind travel through heaven Escaping this hell I tell myself, "Boy you better write" Cuz every lyric is a key to the cell Help me escape from this jail The whole world need to know who flow the meanest You won't compete with these Mona Lisa's These masterpieces You must be smoking baking soda mixed with cocaine This is a stroke of genius with a broken English Like a pencil in the hand of God Giving it all the prophets their role of Jesus To inspire hope, except I had no believers I had to believe in myself SongtexteNow I'm sitting all alone in the zone Writing trying to change my life with a song If this was the last song I ever wrote The last song I ever sang I hope my words echoed through the ages So when they blew the dust off these pages They know I'm a king They know I'm a teacher They know I'm a prophet They know I'm a leader I'm the soldier you can lean on Try to change my life with one song People said I would die a dope dealer Until I picked up the pen and became a hope dealer I'm being sincere Just writing shit my younger self needed to hear To make songs realer with no fillers When it's dark and I'm feeling disgruntled I'm hoping what I write is the light at the end of the tunnel Turning tragic into something magic As if I'm rubbing a Latin's lamp with my lyrics Wishing for the end of my struggles When will I be who I'm supposed to be I can give you an estimate But I'm only writing part of this song, God writes the rest of it Guess that's why the flow is heaven-sent And I know life's lessons are meant to test Now say that backwards, that's "testament" Tears gon' drop sometime, now that's definite I never question it I'm just focusing on my exidence So next time you come to the slums knock on my do' And if I ain't at home, I change my life with a song If this was the last song I ever wrote The last song I ever sang I hope my words echoed through the ages So when they blew the dust off these pages They know I'm a king They know I'm a teacher They know I'm a prophet They know I'm a leader I'm the soldier you can lean on Try to change my life with one song Aus Songtexte Mania