Where It Started

Verse 1:
I thought I'd start it where it started, retort the heart and go right past it, the more I talk the more the zip, goes crazy like bang quick my whole life changed and it won't stop changing, from barely counting change to writing pages, dreams, of being on stages, desperately begging to get famous and fighting hate myths, have to be known, moth to a flame still not shown any kind of skill but you wanna record in my home?

Break:
Wait, wait, wait
I thought I'd start it where it started, let me start it where it started
I thought I'd start it where it started,I thought I'd start it where it started, yeah, so lemme start it where it started

Verse 2:
My love for music began at the age of five, since curtain call I just had to rhyme, found the pen, only a matter of time, started writing that started the grind, rap music just had this vibe, this is the stuff that kept me alive kicking verses, spitting I had to strive, paying homage to the kings of the hive, moved onto 16's cleverly devised making albums at 15, I finally arrived, only a year ago, but it feels like time has gone past so fast everything aligned, past the evil crooks, haters and the lies, feels like the only thing I revised was how to use the verses and I never could look into the eyes of anyone above me realize that I could never find the prize, making beats in my room and it's 5, in the morning I'm waiting on my ties got a knock in these music lives got a spot and it can't be pried from me trust me I've got too much pride, maybe I thought it could be that night, Elverson road you'd be surprised, cold water and the weathering heights, I wanna dream big more than supersized, when I hit the big 1 5 something changed in my life bought the PC and the mic, writing and writing, night after night, fighting and fighting just for a like biting no style I'm eating right no I don't need that extra bite, lifeline called stacking up lives and if you read between the lines teen dreams of killing the mic, every night, I would just write, when it feels right, It feels like I am being lazy with the lines, saying shit like dimes getting no pounds either, so no point in the lies, the raw talent was mine, carry it through rhymes everything I wrote was divine, released two albums at the age 1 5, honed in my skills in the hive, I finally arrived, but that's when it changed, as soon as I got into the game, no one told me it involved pain, fuck it, everyone says the same stuff in verses the hearses is what kept me in my lane other rappers are lame talking about drugs and whips, nice clothes for the fame, my mindset, gravitated towards fake rap a little bit, so now what, I lost everything so I, resorted back to my real spit learn from this kid that I can't be got I strike not when the iron is hot, but whenever it isn't the element of surprise filled up this menace, dreaming about the game and being up there come at the form and get met with a real stare, lyrical intro get outta here, I'll make it lyrical so you can see I'm the best one here got no fear and it seems like I don't care, love the attention to whack rappers is something you'll never hear from my lips, you jump into fantasy whips, I spit lyrics that are sick, and I ate at 7, 16's are definite you have to push an eighth at 7, similar phrases describing different lives, and to think, I got all this skill at the age of 5 It's DeadWrong