[New Classic]

It's been a while It feels just like a lifetime
Probably why I live within my rhymes
That's a life line
I've gotta rhyme
And let my little light shine
This little light of mine

What I might find
Is if I took the time to really think about it
Then I would probably never thought of writing raps,
Hypothetical, I'd never thought to speak my mind on sample instrumentals
I'd probably never thought to be a prophet

Hypocritical at times
But trying hard to grow up
Improving every second every moment
But, I'll probably never blow up
Look, Nobody said this life was easy street
Nobody listening to me like I'm the CDC

I just want to lay around and speak my mind to easy beats
Probably why your lady loves to fuck with me
Alright alright alright I'm playing
I'm saying I've been rhyming for a minute
Don't care if it's a rat race, cuz I just want to win it

It's been a while but I'm feeling at home
Treat the mic like my wife,
I can't leave it alone
I'm the smack talking prophet with a heart of gold, immature but very old,
I've been rapping for a decade playa
I've got many different layers
I've got many different people who believe in my words
But I don't hold onto them haters, cuz that shits for the birds
Getting old is never easy it's difficult verb

What I'm saying
What I'm really saying
Is it's really been a while
Not a little while neither
Like a long while, a real long while

Like, say you're waiting outside the club
And you just seeing all the scantily dressed ladies getting let in for free
So you keep waiting,
Clutching at your twenty dollars
Hoping that you get in
That money that you scraped together after working forty hours in the last three days,
Busting your ass in the grill
Or behind the bar
Or in the dish pit
Or bouncing at the club
And now all you can do is watch other losers like yourself
Standing outside in the cold
Watching your breath in front of your face as you sigh
Because another sixteen barely dressed honeys
Just walked passed your ass and into the club
And you were left holding that velvet rope in one hand and your dick in the other
They won't even let you inside
They just pay you to stay out so maybe you can take your money to another club on a
Wednesday night and watch this whole fucking song and dance play out all over again
But from a different angle
That's beautiful
That's the great American dream baby
Don't let it slip

Peace