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letra de sideline story - mjab

[intro]

[verse 1: mjab]
i put my heart and soul in this game, i’m feeling drained
young white kid can only shoot mid range
plus ain’t gotta last name
to fall, in the basketball hall of fame
small, wanna be chris paul, remain tall through all the shame
i aim, for that rim, that i’ll never reach
might’ve knicked it once or twice, but came back, to my feet
i lack the ability of being black and elite
sit back, take a seat
i compete, i preach, death before defeat
didn’t come from the streets
wasn’t a b-m, i could eat
blessed with opportunity, a small town community in franklin nc
why all the peeps wanna go against me?
and now i’m just on the sidelines
hoping one day in time, that i can get mine and spit rhymes that change peoples minds
rise and shine, if its bright than fight till blind
leave all the demons behind
there’s angels standing in line, it’ll all be fine
ignore the signs and combine don’t let people define who you are
you’re the design, beauty scarred
keep pushin’ here’s a cushion, in case you fall hard
but i got a heart full of art, this sideline hits me like a dart
shits me call it shart, basketball lois and clark
so i guess this effed story is left, with a second part
stay tuned cause soon the ending will become the start

[hook: mjab]
hey, i’mma put us all on the map
gone and i ain’t lookin’ back
i know they gone feel it like they tank on e
i promise baby, you can bet the bank on me
cause can’t n-body tell me what i ain’t gonna be no more
you thinking i’mma fall, don’t be so sure
i wish somebody made guidelines
on how to get up off the sidelines

[verse 2: mjab]
over time this sidelines became my legacy
coach i’m better, why you put these kids ahead of me?
i bet if we, one on one’d, i’d win by 10
don’t comprehend this dream it seems i’ll get cut, from the team again
when you told me the way to succeed is hard work
you’re a phony, don’t know me, enough to know it hurts
to worship this game, like church and blame the same coaches
who cut me, b-tt f-cked me, well luckily, i’m gettin’ better
than ever, this sport is my treasure
need support on the court but i’m too short to f-cking measure
height down, pounds lighter than a feather
brighter than heaven i’m destined to spread a message, through a verbal weapon
i’m hectic but blessed in life
like a g-y guy feeling what straight sex is like
best nights to write is when my heart fights my mind
now this sideline grinds got me falling all behind
and i, have no choice but to rejoice and deliver
you could figure if i’d get any bigger, it’d happen
now a fraction of my life is the ration of actual rappin’
you could only imagine havin’ a p-ssion and can’t live it
now my dreams are all, gettin vivid
these coaches want the best, you’d be impressed if i’d give it
this might be the last verse, that i ever spit
and you say you the shit, man, you couldn’t even shit it

[outro]

- mjab

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