ליריקס של Mic Like A Memory
מישהו לא זוכר מי ביקש ממני את הליריקס של השיר הזה אז שלא תגידו שאני לא מקשיב לכם, רק עכשיו קיבלתי אימייל עם הליריקס והנה הוא: Mic Like A Memory Chorus I shine in spaces where time is just a glare / hold the mic like a memory (Deacon) There was a time when I couldn´t find energy The only person that was feelin´ me was Mrs. Hennessy (uh) It´s like life was pinnin me down I used to go out on the town and get instantly clowned You ain´t gonna be a rapper, You not a factor You just a Kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor Chasin after bogus dreams that you´ll never achieve Thats when the liquor and weed became a need Self esteem was lower than snorkel cities Aspirations were about as big as Myrtle Urkel titties Then as soon as I started getting some pride My sister hydroplaned and died on I-65 In a family full of cries, house full of tears I spent many years with a bloodstream full of beer Heart full of fear, all jeers no cheers Til´ the rhythm in my ears made my mind clear Chorus (Kno) I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm and go beyond the flows exposed in my songs Can´t grow fond of past memories Cus negativity leaves no way to live with vast energy Offended by the mental imagery that suggests living in poverty was really meant for me Paternal tendancies towards chemical dependancy had me thinking that all my enemies were kin to me And I can´t begin to see how to control the flashbacks and progress past when my style of dress got me laughed at Thought I was past that but it tends to reoccur when I don´t recieve what I feel I deserve Being slurred by those not living in my position My thoughts tend to glisten just like a pot to piss in And when I thought I´d risen life freezes the frame So I hold the mic like a memory to ease the pain Chorus (Kory Calico) I sit back and reflect on the wild paths of my life On the pain and heartache that fueled my passion to write You know what blasphemy´s like? Cursin at God? Cus you ain´t got shit, it hurts and it´s hard Hella times, I stepped it up to only stumble Was forced to play Tarzan in this concrete jungle Most of my life´s days got me forever lightin haze trying to forget the times when I barely ate twice a day Feeling alone and helpless or when I only felt the shame of sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter Few friends, even then most homies was fake Felt like a prisoner in my home, pens were my only escape I went from the block with my fam to college exams But the pressure´s still there and dog I´m still scared But I know it´ll all be right in the end as long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen תהנו!
מישהו לא זוכר מי ביקש ממני את הליריקס של השיר הזה אז שלא תגידו שאני לא מקשיב לכם, רק עכשיו קיבלתי אימייל עם הליריקס והנה הוא: Mic Like A Memory Chorus I shine in spaces where time is just a glare / hold the mic like a memory (Deacon) There was a time when I couldn´t find energy The only person that was feelin´ me was Mrs. Hennessy (uh) It´s like life was pinnin me down I used to go out on the town and get instantly clowned You ain´t gonna be a rapper, You not a factor You just a Kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor Chasin after bogus dreams that you´ll never achieve Thats when the liquor and weed became a need Self esteem was lower than snorkel cities Aspirations were about as big as Myrtle Urkel titties Then as soon as I started getting some pride My sister hydroplaned and died on I-65 In a family full of cries, house full of tears I spent many years with a bloodstream full of beer Heart full of fear, all jeers no cheers Til´ the rhythm in my ears made my mind clear Chorus (Kno) I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm and go beyond the flows exposed in my songs Can´t grow fond of past memories Cus negativity leaves no way to live with vast energy Offended by the mental imagery that suggests living in poverty was really meant for me Paternal tendancies towards chemical dependancy had me thinking that all my enemies were kin to me And I can´t begin to see how to control the flashbacks and progress past when my style of dress got me laughed at Thought I was past that but it tends to reoccur when I don´t recieve what I feel I deserve Being slurred by those not living in my position My thoughts tend to glisten just like a pot to piss in And when I thought I´d risen life freezes the frame So I hold the mic like a memory to ease the pain Chorus (Kory Calico) I sit back and reflect on the wild paths of my life On the pain and heartache that fueled my passion to write You know what blasphemy´s like? Cursin at God? Cus you ain´t got shit, it hurts and it´s hard Hella times, I stepped it up to only stumble Was forced to play Tarzan in this concrete jungle Most of my life´s days got me forever lightin haze trying to forget the times when I barely ate twice a day Feeling alone and helpless or when I only felt the shame of sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter Few friends, even then most homies was fake Felt like a prisoner in my home, pens were my only escape I went from the block with my fam to college exams But the pressure´s still there and dog I´m still scared But I know it´ll all be right in the end as long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen תהנו!
