Road To Fame

I know, you don't want me to write
You never wanted me to stand on stage behind of the mic
And spit another freestyle, afraid of the light
Afraid of the might I might maintain, but it's like, I'm sane
Ain't the only one to go through the pain in life
Dreams big, but I'm lost in the ways of like
13 minutes I change the mind I'm in
Check one-two, DEDKNGZ come through

And we eliminate unless I fall
In the bitterest hallways when the trumpets call, say
He was destined for greatness, I know his actions were changing
But we all prayed that he make it through all the demons and
Angels and on the road that was taken, it's either do or die
So he tried to remain calm and sanctified
And I'm a coward, I cower behind the pen and pad
Under my hood so you never see me, I'm always last

I don't even see the point of it all, I just
Aula-mla-mhla-mhla-la
I don't even see the point of it all, I just
Aula-mla-mhla-mhla-la
I don't even see the point of it all, I just
Aula-mla-mhla-mhla-la
I don't even see the point of it all, I just
Aula-mla-mhla-mhla-la

Look at my palm, and read what you want
I'm sitting alone, thinking 'bout the road to the throne, like
Will she notice me if I got gold, or
Would you love me if I sold my soul, do
I gotta fuck bitches in all my songs
And write about the same shit inside of all my poems, like
Hello, hello, I'm a Mr. Me Too, too
Oh, wait, really, you? Nice, me too, too

So now I reconsider getting involved with hip-hop
I never needed, but I fell too in love
And you seduced me to the point I am ready to give it all
The fall is always worse, I call God it hurts
To realize the worst is all yet to come
The more I try to fight it, the more I begin to run
Begin to run, begin to run, begin to run, begin to run
Begin to run

I don't even see the point of it all, I just
Aula-mla-mhla-mhla-la
I don't even see the point of it all, I just
Aula-mla-mhla-mhla-la
I don't even see the point of it all, I just
Aula-mla-mhla-mhla-la
I don't even see the point of it all, I just
Yeah

One more line before I shine a light on
All the little things you do not find
When I speak to you in person, 'cause it's too not right
We do not like it, so I choose unrighteousness
I'm liking this, it's nights like this
Where I stand behind the mic and start to write some shit
That goes so seep into my soul, I feel a need to spit
All of the demons out, it gets so crowded down there

When it's loud, it's loud, and so I scream and shout it
It's a seed to plow, and it's a need to bow
But you forgot just how to talk to God yourself
And now it's on to the next lost soul to sell
Another hole to dwell, another show to tell
Another reason to believe that it's a road to hell
But I'm a rose in your left palm
Hold it until it's gone