Sideline Story

[Verse 1: Shad Fer] I find beauty in the simplicity of living free Knowing ain't nothing to living but give and receive Sitting in the middle of the bench,hot summers,cold winters Thought you’d immediately see the key to your dreams Not that easy it seems,just sweat,cry,bleed and repeat And then you speeding when you needing to pee Getting rid of bad stuff,fat snacks,trash junk But no matter what you in a bad slump cause life on that mad slunk All the work that you put in,you ask the coach to throw you in The jerk said you couldn’t,on the surface it’s hurting but your remain sane looking Giving him same look that did you when you started Head may have left the game but your heart never departed That look of innocence and experience at the same time Sitting on the bench,something ain't right,you on the sides If it’s meant to be then you’d be playing now,what you saying now God? Oh nothing again,you the only I got when I wanna run to a friend You so good at listening,but vocally I’m missing it The input you supposed to give,when niggas wishing for a friggen miracle the hope is dead Bet you stand at attention if I said the pope is dead Or am I being immature,do you suggest I go to bed? Sprint out of stadium,run to my old lady’s home Tell her the game was great and plus I scored the winning goal She supported little league soccer and the basketball Everything I ask and more,and yet I still possess the pestilence to pester to God Sit in my room and I let my mind digest the thoughts And worst of all I dreamt to be the best of all I yearn and thirst for happiness,search for this reservoir Before my life led to this point,like my pencil’s last lead point Everything else seemed less important,now here I lay reevaluating the past Wouldn’t change a thing if I was handed the chance Except maybe the play in the game,you know the part where I left I was behaving like a baby,gotta act like a man Got the NBA dreams,should be stacking my fans,in the stands Instead of throwing temper tantrums and rants Coach finally played me,good thing I practice my dance I scored a three pointer yeah boy it went according to plan So I cordially stand as a warm blooded mammal Trying to hurry in this hurricane no storm shutters at all I’m currently as calm as a bomb full of atoms Waiting to blow up and telling mom and dad,yeah tho,I’m out But I wasn’t prepared for no drought,my well ran dry but I never fell for no help I guess I know hell,but heaven’s what I’m questing for to get to know well Trying to meet the king of Israel,my bredren Noel,huh But who knows,I’m still in school clothes I start my real job like the minute school closes Strike my true pose,fight my new foes Light my fuse go get some extra lighter fluid ignite my huge flow I’m sick of sitting where I’m at So I’m getting off this bench and standing til my back cracks in half Then you smell the stench of my breath from my laugh Cause I’ll always be happy until I get mad,it's Shad,nigga So I’m pushing til the push turns to shove,I ain't looking for no hugs and love Im putting in this work til I’m looking at the bub When the crooks begin to mug then I’m looking up above I’m praying that these fake players please don’t jock my style When the tape drops please cop my pile of music I wish somebody made guidelines on how to blow up when it’s my time