Bus Stops

"How could you understand the pain
If you never had to stand under the rain
When it rains it pours, and it's about to come down hard
Thank God, I found you" - Lonnie Rashid Lynne, Jr

Hoodies and soup
Caffeine and a mic booth
I grew up in Seattle
Where the sun don't like you
Nag Champa scented all deep in my vinyl
It's a small town
Those skeletons gon find you
Where every crack in the pavement reminds you
Of a lost soul in the clouds take time to
Remember em, but live
For the lives cut short
Fallen angels hold me up on this path I walk
In high school I thought I'd be outlined in chalk
Before graduation, but out my class I dropped
Used to be ashamed my gear came from thrift shops
Never thought a rapper from my town would make that pop
Life is unpredictable and it don't stop
I got a little following in every city I rock
I'm out to the airport, after a long walk
Through my city it's the same
Chillin at the bus stop

"How could you understand the pain
If you never had to stand under the rain
When it rains it pours, and it's about to come down hard
Thank God, I found you"

My whole city lacks vitamin d
Growing up my favorite producer was Vitamin D
Before we intercontinental collaborated with ease
I was Beacon Hill, Southend to C.D
Downtown and all city
Rocking it
Wherever the cipher's lit
I was probably the beatbox that ignited it
If it wasn't Sun
We were hungry and young
Ready to battle anyone
Fools hated when we showed em
No respect at all
With our backs to the wall though
I used to sleep on a floor & wear Asun's coat
When I didn't have my own
I'll share anything I own
That's just how we have grown up
Love for all my close ones
Who thrive with no funds
Watching music take us from
Unknown to a worldwide touch
It's cliche to say
But Hip-Hop saved us
And I'm still on the bus stop
What?

"How could you understand the pain
If you never had to stand under the rain
When it rains it pours, and it's about to come down hard
Thank God, I found you"