Mic Like a Memory

[Hook: Sample]
"I shine in spaces where time is just a glare"
"—hold the mic like a memory"

[Verse 1: Deacon the Villan]
There was a time when I couldn't find energy
The only person that was feelin' me was Mrs. Hennessy
It's like life was pinnin' me down
I used to go out on the town and get instantly clowned
You ain't gonna be a rapper, you're not a factor
You just a Kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor
Chasing out the bogus dreams that you never achieve
That's when the liquor and weed became a need
Self-esteem was lower than snorkel cities
Aspirations were about as big as Myrtle Urkel’s titties
Then as soon as I started getting some pride
My sister hydroplaned and died on I-65
In a family full of pride, house full of tears
Spent many years with a blood stream full of beers
Heart full of fears all jeers, no cheers
'Till the rhythm in my ears make my mind clear

[Hook: Sample]
"I shine in spaces where time is just a glare"
"—hold the mic like a memory"

[Verse 2: Kno]
I hold the microphone enclosed in my palm
And go beyond the flows exposed in my songs
Can't grow fond of past memories
'Cause negativity leads the way to live with vast energy
Offended by the mental imagery
And suggest livin' in poverty was really meant for me
Paternal tendencies towards chemical dependencies
Had me thinking that all my enemies were kin to me
I can't begin to see how to control the flash backs
Progress past and my style of dress got me laughed at
Thought I was passed that but it tends to reoccur
When I don't perceive what I feel I deserve
Being slurred by those not livin' in my position
My thoughts tend to glisten, just like a pot to piss in
And when I thought I'd risen, life freezes the frame
So I hold the mic like a memory to ease the pain

[Hook: Sample]
"I shine in spaces where time is just a glare"
"—hold the mic like a memory"

[Verse 3: Kory Calico]
I sit back and reflect, on the wild paths in my life
Only pain and heartache can feel my paths on the right
You know what blasphemy's like, cursing at God
'Cause you ain't got shit it hurts and it's hard
Hell at times I stepped it up to only stumble
Was forced to play Tarzan in this concrete jungle
Most of my life's a daze got me forever lighting haze
Tryna forget the times, where I barely ate twice a day
For, alone and helpless, so when I only felt the shame
Sharing a twin bed in a homeless shelter
Few friends even then, most homies is fake
Feel like a prisoner in my home, pencil my only escape
I went from the block with my fam, to college exams
But the pressures still there, dog I'm still scared
But I know it will all be right in the end
As long as I can focus my fears and channel my life through my pen

[Hook: Sample]
"I shine in spaces where time is just a glare"
"—hold the mic like a memory"