This Is A Story

Verse 1 This is a legend about old times, Where wisdom got you riches, not just crimes. This is a tale about new times, Where life fast-forwards, not rewinds. This is a chronicle about your time— Thinking you’ve seen it all only makes you more blind. This is a narrative about my time, Searching through my existence—I wonder what you’ll find. Verse 2 How long can we live with this moment-to-moment thinking? You’ve been given a gift, but you can’t get past the packaging. It’s like if an apple turns rotten, you know not to eat it— But throwing away the fresh ones for the last one’s reason? That’s just stupid. We’ve got more than a chance—why waste life on one try? Life is do or die—that’s just what’s televised. Look at life through your own eyes, see for yourself. You’re not the only young and hungry looking for help. Bridge Black to white to Chinese, we’re all parts of the same society. Can’t see it? What’s your anomaly? Separation is the only minority. I’m a savant when it comes to conscious rapping, Connecting things abstractly—what’s my secret weapon? I don’t see subjects, just topics—concepts we too easily accept. I don’t know about your brain, but this is something mine detects. Hook I’m just trying to spread the word like an airborne virus, But so discreet, you’ll pass it and won’t even notice. Chorus This is a legend about old times, Where wisdom got you riches, not just crimes. This is a tale about new times, Where life fast-forwards, not rewinds. This is a chronicle about your time— Thinking you’ve seen it all only makes you more blind. This is a narrative about my time, Searching through my existence—I wonder what I’ll find. Verse 3 So, what were you born to do? Or better yet, now that you’re grown, what will you do? Just make sure the big bad wolf can’t blow down what you build. Watch your avenue—a million plans pursued just for revenue. If you think you’ve got the smarts to outsmart the smart, It’s funny, because that’s something only the foolish start. But if you’re the exception, by all means, catch them. Guard up or off guard—whatever works best then. Verse 4 I’m moving with a new wave, I foresee a new age. I don’t mean birthdays—think about it from another page. New words instead of curse words, sharpening my blade. On stage, that’s where I showcase my rage. I’ve got a vendetta with all you “remembers” Who use your memories to downplay pain centers. You match or miss letters—that’s all on you. Maybe we’ve just got different plans than you. Chorus This is a legend about old times, Where wisdom got you riches, not just crimes. This is a tale about new times, Where life fast-forwards, not rewinds.