Rap because it's just so cool
Say that I dropped out of school
Hang a chain around my neck
Let you know I represent
Reppin' for the dumbest lie
An untruth spun for sucker's ears
It's covering up my red school tie
What's real is not what it appears
So let us rap, stay fresh, ill, dope
Cause chicks dig rhymes that a gangster wrote
This is meaningless, I won't deny
But it still makes me feel damn fly
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.