Toke Wright - Sacrifice

People telling me to give up. That's bad advice
Pursuing music and I will until my afterlife
Because through everything I deal with, my raps suffice
People smile in front, then fill your back with knifes
The stress of work got me to where I'm not acting right
I stay secluded. Sort of like the cabin life
The only time I speak my mind is when they pass the mic
You call it grinding hard. I call it sacrifice
No time for family. No time for friends
Grab up the notebook. It's back to this pen
Watching the clock as days come to and end
Searching for messages I want to send
Everyone is texting me and calling me too
But I got to write this song. What you want me to do
I can't get distracted. Got to focus my view
Still running out of time and I got songs that are due
Making multiple albums and they're asking for features
So I'm writing through everything, whether it's sickness or fevers
Moving towards my goal, I got no time for excuses
My life is on the track so every song is exclusive
People telling me to give up. That's bad advice
Pursuing music and I will until my afterlife
Because through everything I deal with, my raps suffice
People smile in front, then fill your back with knifes
The stress of work got me to where I'm not acting right
I stay secluded. Sort of like the cabin life
The only time I speak my mind is when they pass the mic
You call it grinding hard. I call it sacrifice
I'm dressing bummy. Feeling crummy
Looking up great musicians so that I can study
My paychecks go straight to my engineer
It's a sacrifice, but I keep my vision clear
So sincere, like I could be there in a year
Not making it is definitely one of my biggest fears
No money for a car, but my mind is flying
Confident on the outside. Inside I'm dying
No girl wants a man that puts his music first
I feel pain often because the truth hurts
I'm scarred, but not from the mark of the beast
But with my heart on my sleeve, jeez
People telling me to give up. That's bad advice
Pursuing music and I will until my afterlife
Because through everything I deal with, my raps suffice
People smile in front, then fill your back with knifes
The stress of work got me to where I'm not acting right
I stay secluded. Sort of like the cabin life
The only time I speak my mind is when they pass the mic
You call it grinding hard. I call it sacrifice
I'm saving money skipping meals
To make a song and I'm hoping that you get the chills
Or at least learn something, maybe nod your head
Half the stuff I usually speak about is not said
They be like mother f*** you and I'm like God bless
That's the type of stuff that I try to not stress
And when I say this please believe me
The style of rap that they do is so easy
I heard a diss and it was tempting me to hack and slice
My songs are like a Christmas gift, I wrap/rap it tight
I didn't reply to it 'cause it was wack, aight
Garbage rappers talk junk. I speak sacrifice
People telling me to give up. That's bad advice
Pursuing music and I will until my afterlife
Because through everything I deal with, my raps suffice
People smile in front, then fill your back with knifes
The stress of work got me to where I'm not acting right
I stay secluded. Sort of like the cabin life
The only time I speak my mind is when they pass the mic
You call it grinding hard. I call it sacrifice

Written by:
Matthew Wright

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