I was born deep in the wilds
Named like a native
Mountain child
Hating on my life
But this was the system
for so many trials
And tribulations
So many people are testing my patience
Don't wanna play shit
Calling me Tommy
When I'm in the playpit
Call me vercetti
When im sippin Tennessee
I feel like my life
is only ahead of me
But I write it all out
In my little red book
Tear drop on the page
Started getting choked up
Cause I can't write a hook
Can't believe I dropped out
I'm a slave to my wage
I'm a slave to my doubt
I'm a slave to the upper of echelon
You know I'm better off
Smoking American
Things that I see in the city
Really fuck with me
All and the pain you can't see
With a street light
I just wanna start fistfights
Don't want the jail time
They wanna hate
Stupid like Patrick
Sexy like Swayze
You won't just say it point blank
Drag my bones out to a lake
Pull 'em out of my skin
Dig up the grave
You don't care bout my mistakes
I think about all of those days
But I know I'm better now
I know that I will be great
If this shit ain't pointless
Then just tell me what the point is
When I call myself and MC
You know I don't mean a mic checker
I'm talking bout the child from the mountain on a record
Start to get into a flow
It remind of the coals
In the fire that I made in the cold
A fire that never goes out
As long as you stoke
As long as you feed it with hope
As long as you feed it with all the desire you got in your soul
The brick of the jungle
Can never compare
To the scent of the pine
The owl is looking deep in my core
All he can see is it wither away
start to die
Now he's in the ground
And I am alive
The tree started growing
So far in the sky
It bears no more fruit
Or at least they're not ripe
I cannot believe that I am not that guy