Track 1 off Of Under The Radar from Jet 2. The introduction is a fantastic look at Jet 2’s life as he opens up about his motivations and quarrels in life, and sets the tone for the rest of the album.
Marked as a “Superb Intro” by the Los Angeles based Newspaper, “The Wave.”
http://www.wavenewspap...
(Piano Keys Playing)
Long gone are the days that we did this for fun amongst each other
I like that beginning line, cuz' see every sentence I construct is constructive
But the world just tends to see the negative and choose to obstruct it
True not every black male has to be a rapper to make it, or live successful
But, I choose to rap because my life is a Stress-ful and I, feel this is the only way I can say it
Everyday I wait patient, thoughts going back and forth mind pacing, like "When will I ever make it?"
I always answer myself "But I guess that's never when you're trying to be the greatest,"
Spending hours, days, weeks, months, listening to J. Cole, and Wale Shit, and Jay shit
And Wayne shit, and Drake shit, and Kanye shit, like "Fuck do I even have what it takes, shit"
Just sent the girl of my dreams a text the other day, to let her know I'll never change
But it seems we can't even hold a conversation, I guess shit changes, when feelings are involved
She went from my, senior inspiration to, I doubt I could look at her in her face shit
I guess I just gotta use that as motivation
Bros say she'll come around when you stop chasin'
But truth is, I'm really not that patient
Should I move on or just wait? shit
And my mind'll tell me its only pride, she ain't tryna fit in with a bunch of women that are on me
But i'll never really know cuz' she never really say it
And I be stressing over that till', some bad bitches come around and all those sincere thoughts are replaced with
"which one of these hoes is facing?" And even I feel its a shame shit
And I ain't perfect and them bitches is bad and they willing to fuck and I'm on the same shit
While all I'm really tryna' do is give word to those who are willing to hold me down
As I take this leap of faith cuz fate, is a crash course and I swore to myself i'll never break, shit (sigh)
When I try to be the change in the world I wanna see
Then I end up like "Fuck it, if they ain't changing, I ain't changing,"
So how do I deal with it?
I guess I can only keep it as real as I feel it can get
And on the other hand
I'm tryna' stay away from temptation, but nowadays I'm hardly praying
And I just pray the lord understands
But looking from how far I came to get to where I stand, I now understand
That life can only be what you make it
From the hood niggas who clap iron just cuz' that's the way they were raised
To the beautiful ladies who say "Fuck love, get laid, get paid, cuz all these niggas will never change,"
Maybe there can be a brighter day
Amen
Welcome to my world...