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letra de autobiography - mic skills

intro:
uhh, yeah
this is the autobiography of mic sk!lls

verse 1:
i was born in chicago without many positives
other than how to survive because you gotta live
a blue collar kid, its hard not to fail and
still push the envelope like a mailman
eying retirement, i in my defiant stance
now you buying the product of my environment
escaped the violence, a shy kid in silence
in houston now hearing my brothers run from sirens
one on the corner, the other tagging alleyways
but both always came to my games on sat-rdays
it made thе best of the me, i knеw i had a destiny
beyond the harassment of the sheriffs deputy
from police cruisers they labeled me a loser
without a fortune-teller i could still see a future
something more important than the latest of air jordans
but i still had to score ‘em, when my mom could afford ‘em

hook:
this is my autobiography
you can’t run one lap or jog with me
ain’t no way any ya’ll stopping me
its not happening, and not possibly
this is my autobiography
you can’t run one lap or jog with me
ain’t no way any ya’ll stopping me
its not happening, and not possibly
verse 2:
i was in a lot of schools, diverse and different
but i was daydreamer, so i didn’t listen
it was too easy, i would finish my work fast/
soon as i got bored, i’d act up in class
my teacher would get bent out, and i would get sent out
things bothering me inside, i couldn’t get out
i could propel myself up to any height
i had 20-20 vision, but dad wasn’t in sight
then things got sicker and we got evicted
we moved away from all my friends i kicked it with
moved to atlanta, things were mad different
me and mom living far from magnificent
moms hustled hard, to dad i’m insignificant
across-town now, and i lost my innocence
to a crime i didn’t know i committed
kicked out of 8th grade before i was in it

hook:
this is my autobiography
you can’t run one lap or jog with me
ain’t no way any ya’ll stopping me
its not happening, and not possibly
this is my autobiography
you can’t run one lap or jog with me
ain’t no way any ya’ll stopping me
its not happening, and not possibly
verse 3:
i was born with resilience, i can feel it
waking up to old records, pancakes in the sk!llet
my mama was a g*nius and i was so brilliant
its like tag with no tag backs, so i’m still it
back to the h, so i started packing
came back stronger, picked up rapping
put it all behind me, potential in front of me
and i’m still becoming the person that i wanna be
it was hard work, nothing came easy to me
if you don’t believe in me, be leaving please
and when i pass away no grieving please
celebrate everything you’ve seen through me
even the things that don’t even seem to be
a part me is in ya’ll, i will never leave
never fit the profile, say f-ck tha police
and f-ck anyone else that said i’d never succeed!

- mic skills

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