"You and I - we've been through a lot together, and I look back and I just, uh, I appreciate all the times that we had together, you know? I remember just going down in my room, and you know dealing -- trying to deal with some things, and you have always been there for that. Always. It's me and you.
You and I been best friends ever since I was a young kid.
Everything we did,
where has time went?
Got a lot of years coming up ahead of us and ever since we met,
I knew we'd get somewhere,
but the fact is I ain't really, I ain't really know when.
I don't really know how either,
but I can feel the goosebumps,
my skin,
writing.
I've been waiting for the moment.
You and I gon' make it happen.
Lot of people thinking we ain't gonna make it rapping.
I ain't got a problem with 'em, though.
They don't even matter.
We ain't looking for the people tryna say that we the baddest.
No, never liked that.
Came a long way; never did it for the money.
We ever make it big; I'm a give it to the family.
Looking back now, everything is lookin' funny.
You and I in the room writing
up late when the moon strikes us.
We don't care if they do like us.
Writing song for the haters we ain't even got yet.
Free-styling somebody turn the mic up.
Talking bout things we don't really understand,
talking bout things we don't really comprehend,
me and you tryna get it.
We ain't quitting 'til the end.
Now I'm standing on stage tryna give it to the fans.
We took that karaoke machine from our room, and, ah, we put it up to the CD player and played the instrumentals. Man...we've come a long way, a long way.
I made a lot of mistakes.
You've been there for the whole thing,
help me with the drama.
Rapping in the car outside daily,
we don't care if it's the winter; we don't care if it's the summer.
I remember writing raps with the curse words.
I just wanna hear it.
It seems like everybody does it,
did it for a while, wasn't into all the cussing.
Trying to find who I was,
being everything I wasn't,
real life, yeah!
Gotta lot of anger,
you know where I'm at:
put it all over the pages
and wrote in in the raps,
so that we could be amazing
if I give us a chance.
Now I'm looking around like,
yeah, look at where we at,
look at where we at now.
We ain't made it yet, but they can hear us in the background coming.
Some are gonna hate it; some are gonna love it.
I'm a put it in His hands and let God do the judging, yeah.
Remember me and you?
Always had you in the backpack, took you into school,
writing on you like it's nothing.
Lot people in the room see me scribbling on the page,
but they ain't got a clue.
No, they ain't got a clue.
Weird to begin with,
hoping, some day, I can say we made it and we did it.
You ain't nothing but a notepad to me.
Who you kidding?
You know what's crazy is this just started as something that was an escape for us, you know? And now, I look around, and there's a lot of people going through the same things, you know, we been through, and now this music we write is actually making an impact. It's crazy."
~ ~ ~
Writers aren't merely novelists. We're poets, lyricists, playwrights.
And THIS. RESONATES.
Write on,
Clove
P.S. Go support NF. I got his album Mansion last night, and I gave every single song a 10/10.
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