Текст песни Unsung - Jared Evan

Unsung

Sometimes I wish it was easier
To get to the light at the end of the tunnel
I guess I’ll just have to keep making my way
Through these dark days
I keep on feeling raindrops
I wonder will the fame pop
The climate gonna change
But it ain’t never gonna stay hot
I might have hit my head
When I fell down on the floor
They think I went extinct
But they all some Dinosaurs
I’m a T. Rex and he’s next
Gas is inside of that respect
A legend to many
Yet I still feel like a rject
A c-section
Cut all you wack MCs out of it
Yeah you gon bleed out again
Murdr but he’s proud of it
A similar killer to villainous criminals
Filling up pillars with led
I’m still in the village and pillaging
Diligent hitting the ceiling instead
We stop spinning as soon as we all in it
So many roads that a man walks down
Like Bob Dylan
A Fresh Prince like Smith cause I’m Willing
Not jaded, dirty dozens of raps
Like 5 Eminems
Yeah I’m in again
I’m swimming in synonyms
Here to put an end to this dark
That I’ve been living in
And this is one of those times
I never saw the shadow on the walls
I mean I had no idea that that was there
We would just clip the light
Wherever we could clip the light
And there was a lot of times along the way
Where things happened that we had absolutely
No control over
This is a fan song
It’s mad raw
The Vanguard
Write these raps in back of my head
While putting my Vans on
Rare form
Precipitate like a bad storm
Rap is real estate
You best believe that your land’s gone
Rapmatic
Yeah I’m back at it
Like crack addicts
Black magic, hidden gem like I been stuck in your attic
What’s with that shit?
I’ve been catching bodies like a mattress
Got the city in my hands
That’s what I call a pomegranate
All these snakes just wanna fizzle me down
I deserve the thrown
So go head and give me the crown
Underrated, when I made it
Hardly appreciated
Unsung hero
Even though I’m better than your favorite
Fuck a face lift
I can detach your spine from your anus
Take the cookies out the jar
Like my name was Famous Amos
I’m just heinous
Everybody, they just want to claim it
But really all they want is to be famous
You see either you must take the point of view
That if there is this deplorable suffering
The universe is one hell of a mess
Or you may say, no it isn’t really a mess
Somehow all the suffering amounts to something in the end