Jedeye Moree - November 17th

November 17 the date I birthed to exist, 96 was the year, to be specific
Made no noise out the wound so the dr had to hit
Me 3-4 times before i made a sound so it's
No shocker that I'm somewhat of an anti socialist
People thought that something was wrong because I wasn't saying sh*t
But honestly those people just wasn't talking bout sh*t
And I don't put in my two pennies on some not worth a cent
I learned that in middle school when I got my first percent
Odd jobs working on rooftops been getting dollars since
High school came I swea I thought nobody had sense
Since I met this chick the summer before I went
She made me wanna write she inspired me to vent
Messed up a n*gga could've sworn that she was heaven sent
Little did she know I heard that she had been talking sh*t
But that was only the first of many incidents
In High school I was quiet to the whole school
Well I had a couple of friends, friends I thought I knew
A few are still cool but we got different views
On life, society, and how we effect the youth
Gotta watch what I say cus people hate the nude truth
But f*ck it I'm telling it all otherwise what's the use?
No time for no regrets no time i leave the booth
That's if I leave this mf sh*t it's about 2
In the morning I gotta be at work tomorrow too
In about 5 hours I'll sleep about 2
The other 3 I'm up looking for beats to record to
Cus I gotta move soon Too much to prove
With nothing to lose But some bad habits from booze
And bad chicks getting loose Thats prolly already loose
So please don't touch my tool Cus I'm not trying to screw
Too busy getting lost in these words and drum loops I'm in the stu
Thought the right track was college
Til I spent more money than I gained knowledge
Hol up ain saying don't be a scholar
I just feel we brain washed by the man with the dollars
Every since we been running roun' toddling
Made it seem like we didn't have another option
But Ima go back it's just a problem
When you paying back loans that you didn't even want
Make me think that it's all about the profit
Praying that the music pay off that I'm dropping
Dee told me to keep dropping Ima top it
My last sh*t even though that sh*t was really popping
Got n*ggas rapping never thought about the topic
Got girls capping about me copping
They'll try to claim me when they see my name higher than the rockets
But nah man I really can't acknowledge
Steady jotting time tocking ticking really ain't no stopping
Every second that I waste feel guilty if I'm honest
No time to vacay gotta work til I accomplish
Every mission that I wanna watch I do it without flaunting
Fronting, hunting, for a better life I'm hungry
For More than the money this deeper than the hundreds
Gotta serve my purpose won't be happy til I done it
Only time will show that my time is really coming

Written by:
Jemoree Garrett

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