No matter where or who I look to it seems that no one can accumulate the type of beat that I need. The type of beat that I'm feeling deep inside coming from all the anger and frustrations.
And the only ones that MIGHT be able to do it would probably charge me out the ass for what I want. And I understand why, but fuuuuuuuuck!
This business, if approached correctly (Not like all these fucking idiots on TV and the Radio today), isn't easy. In fact, it is EXTREMELY difficult!! Especially when you are doing it almost 100% on your own. And yet when you pull some shit off, the lack of respect is ridiculous.
I cant even count how many times I have been fucked over or completely left behind in the music world. And even outside the music world from a little kid until now. But i'll tell you what, I remember every single last one of you pieces of shit that turned your backs on me. Someone like me, should be the last person you'd want to fuck over.
You ever heard the saying "The pen is mightier than the sword"?
I vow to be the fucking POSTER CHILD for that example!
Here's a little something I whipped up just for you:
THE WARNING "When he looks deep down inside, All he finds is what you see. A corrupted mind who's become blind, To all the lies that you've told thee.
He hath no face thine palms erased, Stolen image can not be replaced. He hath no time can not rewind, He'll say I'm fine showcase.
But below the surface are lurking persons, Severely nervous with anger. Rage with vision and deep cut incisions, Of words have risen an anchor.
Now time has come to see where he's from, A lyrical realm of hatred. For he has made it to black white and painted, A matrix of jaded and wasted.
If you should continue to risk whats within you, You're setting a venue of slaughter. You'll be left naked your soul will be taken, For you have created a monster."