CunninLynguists, Kory Calico - Mic Like a Memory lyrics

"I shine in spaces where time
Is just a glare"
" hold the mic like a memory"

There was a time when I couldn't find energy
The only person that was feelin'
Me was Mrs hennessy
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're not a factor you just a Kentucky boy
Get yourself a tractor
Chasing out the bogus dreams
That you never achieve
That's when the liquor and weed became a need
Self-esteem was lower than snorkel cities
Aspirations were about as big
As Myrtle Urkel’s titties
Then as soon as I started getting some pride
My sister hydroplaned and died on I65
In a family full of pride
House full of tears
Spent many years with a blood
Stream full of beers
Heart full of fears all jeers, no cheers
'Till the rhythm in my ears
Make my mind clear

"I shine in spaces where time
Is just a glare"
" hold the mic like a memory"

I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm
And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs
Can't grow fond of past memories
'Cause negativity leads the way to
Live with vast energy
Offended by the mental imagery
And suggest livin' in poverty was
Really meant for me
Paternal tendencies towards
Chemical dependencies
Had me thinking that all my
Enemies were kin to me
I can't begin to see how
To control the flash backs
Progress past and my style of
Dress got me laughed at
Thought I was passed that but
It tends to reoccur
When I don't perceive what I feel I deserve
Being slurred by those not
Livin' 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

"I shine in spaces where time
Is just a glare"
" hold the mic like a memory"

I sit back and reflect
On the wild paths in my life
Only pain and heartache can feel
My paths on the right
You know what blasphemy's like
Cursing at God 'Cause you ain't got shit it
Hurts and it's hard
Hell at times I stepped it up to only stumble
Was forced to play Tarzan
In this concrete jungle
Most of my life's a daze
Got me forever lighting haze
Tryna forget the times
Where I barely ate twice a day
For, alone and helpless
So when I only felt the shame
Sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter
Few friends even then, most homies is fake
Feel like a prisoner in my home
Pencil my only escape
I went from the block with my fam
To college exams
But the pressures still there
Dog I'm still scared
But, I know it will all be right in the end
As long as I can focus my fears
And channel my life through my pen

"I shine in spaces where time
Is just a glare"
" hold the mic like a memory"