Intro:
My door closes, my mind opens
To all the words I have spoken
And writing a new way to say the same things
My head spins, my ears ring
The music makes me think of what I’m tryna sing
I cling to my notebook for closure
The exposure of my lyrics is pulling my fans closer
I’m tryna succeed, I need to breathe
And pick up the mic and let go and grieve
This is the story of a little boy
Verse 1:
It’s a small town
A nerdy white kid with brown hair, glasses and a frown
The kids take him for granted and use him to their advantage
They call him Sam Lihow
They don’t know how to say his real name
He’s told ‘em a million times, they think he’s cray at the brain
But they use him, they don’t include him in their group
So, while they’re outside shooting hoops, he’s inside with his song on a loop
He’s the only kid who does his work
At school, they all call him a nerd
And all he has to do in his spare time is play games
On his Nintendo DS, they all think he’s insane
So, he hops on his bike and he rides it around
On his way home as he rides it through town
He tries to fit in, but he doesn’t know how
And all he’s got is his musical sounds
Chorus:
They all act like I won’t ever fit in
They think I’m just joking like I’m playing pretend
They all ask me what I’m really gonna do in real life
And they're like, "you’re never gonna make it, make it"
Verse 2:
A few things been happening at home
He’s praying for God to answer but he’s all alone
Tryna cope with what’s going on
After 20 years, a divorce, Dad and Mum
None of the kids at school know what’s happening
So, he starts to spend some time and he started rapping
Let’s drop the 3rd person view, I’m talking bout me
I started writing raps cause my pops couldn’t be
Here every day of the week, he moved out of the house
So, I wrote about that instead of breaking down
And now I’m taking bows cause of 2013
And emceeing’s the only way I could get through as a teen
But that little boy is still kept from the group
So, he listened to Tech N9ne, Slim, Dre and Ice Cube
And that’s one of the only reasons he’s breathing now
But he’s still got them kids to deal with, wow
Chorus:
They all act like I won’t ever fit in
They think I’m just joking like I’m playing pretend
They ask me what I’m really gonna do in real life
And they're like, "you’re never gonna make it, make it"
Verse 3:
Now there he goes, they finally accept him
Maybe cause they heard his track and he swept in
With the busking competition and he had a big crowd
And all of his fans were singing the words loud
So, tell me how and where do I go from here?
I started in 1st but I’ve just hit 2nd gear
And ain’t it clear that this is what I want to do with my life?
I ain’t got time to worry about the sleep that I get at night
Just a mic and studio and a recording booth
With my lyrics and a stage and I never got booed
At a concert in the U.S. selling my shirts
While all the people who doubted me get kicked to the curb
But it’s just words, and that’s my goal, to become that person
The one who just spazzes the pen with the versing
Just start somewhere, even if its basic
And put this phrase to back of your head, you’re never gonna make it
Outro:
If you got a goal, don’t forget it
Work to get it and never stop believing that you will achieve it
And ignore the people that say you’re never gonna make it
In fact, use it, as strength to push through and prove to them that you can do it
Because when you’ve achieved your goal and they’ve only just started picking their life up
They’ll be acknowledging you
So, go out there, and do it
Sun Light...
