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[Verse 1: Nino Bless] Living this life fully driven by limited seeming delightful Price goods, the unseen's more insightful Women are spiteful, frienemies in sight despise you Unless success arises, then in like minutes they wanna be like you Yeah the plot thickened this waste i let go slimmed it down didn't it? Still they say I sound inconsiderate Bounded by bitterness, how? I relish every little cynical critic Breaking me down right now cause at least you're hearing this So how I'm thinking is, I'll try and describe I got more fans than Emily Dickinson did while alive That's perspective, I can't neglect it Van Gogh would've cut his other ear off to get half of this reception You hear that, that's a blessing so don't pray for me Nah, i got enough faith in me My city don't believe cause our leaders are idiots in this scene Rather hug the sillest trends than mold their own idiosyncrasies What, fuck ya problems go blog about it Started from the bottom and still crawling out of this bottle but it's kinda crowded And my wave's too real, thats just how I feel Fuck changing rap, we changing the route of God's will Brooklyn! [Hook: Hemi] Let me put it in perspective, I know you hear me through your speakers And y'all was sleeping on me, which is ironic Because I started as a dreamer So let me put it in perspective, now that the world's listening Even if I die right now I'd resurrect then I'll do this shit again [Verse 2: Sha Stimuli] Once upon a time there was a boy who died If you like happy endings well then let me please rewind When he was 9 he fell in love it's like his mind was bent on drugs But not the kind that you would define as something malign to mess him up It wasn't MDMA or LSD, but on TV Run-DMC And an NWA EP and an LP from PE and EPMD And he spazzed out, his homeboys they cashed out, he prayed for 'em They made bucks, they sold nicks and he had dreams to play for 'em Not drug deals, the ball teams, that was too fast? I'll wait for you He didn't grow to be 6'8" so his mixtapes he stayed on He got older he strayed off and when Funk Flex would play all of them Dumb songs we sung along but hoped that they would fade off And he lost passion, his heart shattered apart after these hard rappers With long cash would fall fast and wear broad fashions like bra catchers And he started feeling hatred in his blood The 9-year-old had so much soul but couldn't make it in the club And he blames Diddy for thieving and Biggie for leaving My city for squeezing life out it's like a different region The little kid in me would spit for a reason, now he's spitting and bleeding And coughing up it's like he listens to Weezy Everyday, anyway I can sift through the demons And save that same young boy that had the biggest of dreams But he's gone, I hope he's resting in peace cause I just put rest to the beast But don't wake him up cause you know death comes in threes Brooklyn [Hook]