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letra de voyage - ashersmonologue

[verse]
i came from the gutter, where the struggle was real
selling pills on the corner, just trying to get me a meal
now i’m living lavish, rocking designer threads on my heals
my pockets fat like biggie, with diamonds on my neck, giving me chills
i spit fire like a dragon, flow so cold it’s like i’m on ice
i walk right in and sell out the section, we don’t look at the price
pop right out, throw bills around, you’d think its a poltergeist
back in the kitchen, whipping up chicken, put that sh-t over rice
i remember back on them streets where i would go shoot that dice
plotting every scheme, just to make sure my wrist was staying iced
have to move in silence, every move i make come with a price
cause all this money not enough, ain’t no amount i could suffice
all this time, sitting with the pen tryna rhyme
making all these songs that got no meaning, wasting my time
i got the past to voice my feelings, hopefully sublime
i didn’t know if i’d make it out, back to rappin i’m in my prime
wanted to quit so many times, wanted to take a different route
i used to move a pound, that’s a brick, we never selling out
i didn’t know if i had a chance, i started feeling doubts
i’d make sure i do everything else, before getting handouts
i upped my status, went through changes, something but average
i took a lot of sh-t to the chin, it’s a bad habit
like when i came out as bi, everybody called me a f-ggot
it’s a lot to take in, hope you can handle the baggage
more recently, been writing my heart out, show you my best of work
been running out of pages, now my mind feeling so overworked
i could tell you about that one time in my life where i was selling perc’s
but my past is not a quirk, and i can feel my girl starting to irk
i been suffering with my weight, don’t want nothing on my pallet
people talk on how boney i am, but i’m the one with talent
i threw up any meal i ate, spit sh-t up right in my jacket
lil boy i been through sh-t, talk my sh-t, i’m feeling extravagant
[chorus]
i’m on a, voyage
heads in the clouds, i’m feeling anointed
don’t know which way to go, my entire life so exploited
i started selling drugs, sipping medicine, life was pointless
mom i tried to make you proud, but i know you’d be disappointed
the point is, i had no money, feeling annoyed and
wasn’t very keen with my peers, they just laughed and pointed
i knew you tried to raise me well, lift up and hoisted
but i’m tired of being tired, don’t know how much i can avoid this
the voyage

- ashersmonologue

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