Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
Always fearing that I've lost my ability to write
And I wonder if these people understand what I'm saying
Cos some people just listen to the beat that is playing
Without paying much attention to the lyrics that the wordsmith
Like I didn't put much effort into my words, kid
I let 'em breathe every letter that I've written
I think about my content before I go to spit it
These are genuine lyrics from the bottom of a person's soul
Trying to find a way to escape and reach the surface though
To get neglected by the ears of a listener
Like going back the opposite way, to be a prisoner
I'm not discouraged, I keep pushing like an angel giving birth
On December twenty fifth, Nineteen ninety
She put her feelings, when she brought 'em down on Earth
I put my feelings, every time I write a verse
Come on
It seems like everyday, people like that nonsense
And disregard the music that is really rich in content
I wonder how much I can take before I cave in
I chiseled every tree with my lyrics deep engraved in
And if you see one, make sure that they don't cut it
Make sure it gets enough sunlight to live a hundred
Here's to infinity, so one day I can live through them
Grounded to the Earth, one love to all my listeners
I have a bunch of songs that I haven't released yet
And I don't think I will cos you probably won't listen
And through it all, I still manage to keep smiling
Pretty hard to do, when you live your life in silence
But, from the shadows, I still looking at the moves you make
Not really impressed by the way your lyrics move through me
You probably listen to my music in the past, G
Cos I'm to you what Carl Sagan is to Neil deGrasse
I'm to you what Plato is that of Aristotle
Cos you quote without citation, my lyrics turn to mottos
I've lost complete fate in many of these rapbags
The ones that saw potential, and when that turned to whack ones
That's my opinion, that's people that don't neglect you
Regardless of our skill, you're human so I respect you
Don't mean I like your music, but we could probably kick it
But we could never build cos our lyrics are too different
It seems like everyday, people like that nonsense
And disregard the music that is really rich in content
I wonder how much I can take before I cave in
I chiseled every tree with my lyrics deep engraved in
And if you see one, make sure that they don't cut it
Make sure it gets enough sunlight to live a hundred
Here's to infinity, so one day I can live through them
Grounded to the Earth, one love to all my listeners
Don't support the phonies, support the real
Listen to the words people say in their lyrics
and tell me, if that's real to you, you know what I mean
Listen to what they sayin'
don't just bob your head to the beat, peep the game