Back to the Street

[Verse 1]
Back to the streets, take a trip down memory lane
Tryna retrace the steps I placed in this game
This is it, my final taste, it'll never be the same
So I'm heading to the city, breaking heavy on a train
Nautica jacket, cap [?] look in my eye
Sixteen, all drugged up, ready to die
With my marker loaded to the felt, I'mma keep repping well
Putting tags everywhere, "Phrase", what the letters spell
Hell, every youngster just wanna be known
I met a kid who knew a king, took me to the throne
So he took me up to Izzet Street, that's where the wizards meet
Obese Records, the home of the visionaries

[Chorus]
Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day
I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away
And in return, this the thanks I get
It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect, yeah
Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day
I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away
And in return, this the thanks I get
It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect

[Verse 2]
I took a deep breath and walked in the shop
Felt my body shut down and my heart just drop
And I stood there silent, not saying a thing
Captivated by the palace and the ways of a king
Looking back now, I must've seemed so young
And [?] Bias-B and [?]
Standing in the presence of some legends I gotta mention
Honestly, the impact they had was astronomical
With their blessings, I would tackle any obstacle
A battle came around, and I'm fiending a fight
Revolver come one, soon become my meaning of life
And I was nervous, so I skill-checked to check if I'm tight
[?] listened to and said I'm ready to go
So with that, I take the stage and start ripping a flow
But I fucked up, choked, couldn't finish the verse
And the crowd murdered my spirit, and the stairs were a hearse
On the way down, Bias-B dropped me some knowledge
Told me hip-hop was a school, and the scene was a college
Don't stress it, next year and to come back around
I could study up and take another test for the crown, uh

[Chorus]
Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day
I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away
And in return, this the thanks I get
It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect, yeah
Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day
I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away
And in return, this the thanks I get
It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect

[Verse 3]
(Back to the street)
Revolver come to, sixty-odd emcees
And I made the top twelve in that six-month spree
Got my first spotting out for fame
A little, but all the same
I finally felt I was climbing a ladder
And my contribution to the scene finally matters
So I signed a dotted line, and bang, all of it shatters
In a matter of minutes, people start breaking me down
Saying I'm major label trash, and ain't backing me now
What? It's wack to go and give a mixtape for free
Nah, fuck it, this ain't a diss track, it's just history
You say you're sick of the scene, well I'm sick of it too
But blame yourself, not me, 'cos I'm a product of you

[Chorus]
Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day
I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away
And in return, this the thanks I get
It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect, yeah
Waiting for the sun in search of a brighter day
I put my faith in the scene, gave my life away
And in return, this the thanks I get
It ain't your insults that hurt, it's the lack of respect

[Outro]
Big shouts to the pioneers
You know who you are
(Back to the street)