2 Decades (A Capella)

The big two zero And I'm still the true hero Bringing pen and page And escapades While I replicate The first decade 1 + 1 that's 2 Decades 2 decades. 20 years The first 10, felt so unclear Motives foggy Shoulders wobbly Cold and awfully So exhausting Therapy books, like a poor bastard Learned to become the chore master Earned a chance to score after Women don't respect a cold actor That's an old chapter Turn the page Teenage years weren't all the same Ups and downs like bipolar standing center stage Fucking mental patient With a deck of cards Mixed and mastered Like CMX When the drama stopped Thespians all around Never knowing who would drown Fuckers leaving, sporting frowns Next day, high, like a kite for clowns Fucking lights and sounds Last day, we all sang Queen's Rhapsody played all day Tears flooded the entire stage Enough for boats and ahoy matey Closed painfully, was my heart Unfulfilled with broken parts Couldn't think to end without start All I could do was play with cards And start rapping Spitting bars Cart stacking In parking lots Car packing With lots of scars Apartment's lacking No room for art Now unemployed, with one dream Once chance to start clean Start rapping for a new beginning Cards are stacked for new picking To sum it up And add to that Subtract all that seems to crash I've always had one thing that seemed to last Magic Tricks, and backpacks This path starting, 2 Decades long My past gone With my mask on Continuing to pass off My rap songs Cuz I'm Always Strong