letra de not famous (black boy famous) - kane keid
[kane keid]
they say “what up, what up, kane you made it”
i swear bro i’m not even famous
i’m not even paid yet
i don’t see no pay checks in my face
my pinnacle is far from the regular and the same things you seen around
and what you seen around?
bullets flying, peace never found
envy in people’s eyes, fingers pointing, the silence loud
people listening now so i figured out i’d be signing out
leave the hood or lead the hood, i seen things in some large amounts
i see the frustration in homiе’s eyes
will they takе it as inspiration or hate me, won’t be surprised
‘cause they waited, they were so patient for ages to see their shine
my language start to sound different, when i talk about getting mines, getting signed
or still we live it out
that’s why i’m tryna figure out how i can get us out
i’m not popular, people recognize the rhythm now
i had a dime in my pocket, under pressure and undermined, but all with time i glisten now
[bridge]
black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
black boy fly, watch that black boy fly
black boy fly, watch that black boy fly (shining)
black boy fly, watch that black boy fly (timing)
black boy fly, watch that black boy fly (alignment)
black boy fly, watch that black boy fly (shining)
i’m from a place where your dreams die before the bullet hit your torso
where you learn to read faces better than you could read to law so you don’t get disrespected
this an inception of black boy tryna show his dream and ideas ‘cause people lost those
wanna lead the kid on a road that’s filled with the potholes
gun smokes, duck your head, don’t show no emotion
don’t be a huncho, they end up dead, just keep your focus
and leave the corners and the stoners, but don’t turn to a loner, just keep in motion
focus
we never had n0body to look up to, it was hopeless
no role models holding our hands throughout the process
so growing up we had to be the ones that’s showing up to lead the boyzins, and hold wrists
i’ve grown since
now i’m moses, i’m gon split the ocean basket plate, it’s no stress
no sense if i wrote this poem without showing my own sins, i’d be soulless
but running in the game just to show yall who the goat is
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