Slaine - Evolution of the Kid lyrics
[Slaine - Evolution of the Kid lyrics]
Hey, young world, wanna hear a story?
How's it feel to be overlooked
Underrated and hated?
Stomach pains in the belly of a city hungry
If one of us made it
To prominence is a mentality
Of crabs in the barrel
Reality is pretty ugly
But let's back up cause my
Story ain't a fairy tale, it's really real
Ain't had a chance, I ain't have nothin'
I could barely feel
All's I had was these neighborhoods
I know very well
In a fiery will, some pages in my diary
I would spill
Lyrics on my paper, violence around me
It's on me
I blindly feel my books like a zombie
Measurin' these stories with my bare hands
Pictures of this grimy game
I stall it like a pilot in a kamikaze plane
A decade of paying dues, now I'm a grown man
I live my life holdin' death
Inside my own hands
The kids that I grew up with
Locked up or inside a box
There ain't no runnin' here
Your only choice is fight or box
The music pushed me through the
Ghosts thats in the hall
Toasters and the dope sickness
Ferociousness and all
The hopelessness of watchin' overdoses
And the horror suicides and murders
I can't take this shit no more
I had these posters on my wall
And this music in my room
It took me out my world
It would shoot me to the moon
Yous' a fire burnin'
I'm determined from this higher learnin'
Put me on a different road, engine revving
Tires turnin' ever since I'm 7
I just know where I got to go
Trapped in this vicious dome, but I'm back
This is home
They said I could've been a star
But I lost my logic
My heart is harder than the
Bricks in the Boston projects
How's it feel to be overlooked
Underrated and hated?
Stomach pains in the belly of a city hungry
If one of us made it
To prominence is a mentality
Of crabs in the barrel
Reality is pretty ugly
But let's back up cause my
Story ain't a fairy tale, it's really real
Ain't had a chance, I ain't have nothin'
I could barely feel
All's I had was these neighborhoods
I know very well
In a fiery will, some pages in my diary
I would spill
Lyrics on my paper, violence around me
It's on me
I blindly feel my books like a zombie
Measurin' these stories with my bare hands
Pictures of this grimy game
I stall it like a pilot in a kamikaze plane
A decade of paying dues, now I'm a grown man
I live my life holdin' death
Inside my own hands
The kids that I grew up with
Locked up or inside a box
There ain't no runnin' here
Your only choice is fight or box
The music pushed me through the
Ghosts thats in the hall
Toasters and the dope sickness
Ferociousness and all
The hopelessness of watchin' overdoses
And the horror suicides and murders
I can't take this shit no more
I had these posters on my wall
And this music in my room
It took me out my world
It would shoot me to the moon
Yous' a fire burnin'
I'm determined from this higher learnin'
Put me on a different road, engine revving
Tires turnin' ever since I'm 7
I just know where I got to go
Trapped in this vicious dome, but I'm back
This is home
They said I could've been a star
But I lost my logic
My heart is harder than the
Bricks in the Boston projects