*Confessions*
{Tuesday, April 21, 2009 @ 12:03 AM}
I am poetic.
I have passion for music.
I perform.
I make music.
I make my lines mean something to someone.
And most of the time, the lines mean something to me.
I don't try to party cause i know i don't fancy it.
I don't rap about a milli cause i sure as hell don't got that.
I don't rap about jet planes, guns, drugs, booze, girls cause... this is Singapore.
And i don't try to imitate my passion with them rappers from New York.
Now you tell me.
Where are your roots?
You got performances lining up one by one.
But you perform the same music, to the same crowd, with the same people.
And you never once did appreciate where it all came from.
I'm not claiming that i made an impact in your life.
But others did.
Others you decided was not as... passionate as you are.
Cause we're busy.
We got school.
We got work.
We got other commitments.
Ahhh yes, you'll come punching back with the "I got work to knee-gro.." shit.
I can't really argue with that.
Thus, i applaud your level of commitment.
I got sources.
Walls got ears.
And you happened to be whispering to the wrong wall.
Or might i say.. complaining.
Thus, i say this.
Live the life you've always wanted.
With no distraction.
Don't hold a name to your back when you know you're pinning your wings with it.
I make music cause i love it.
I got passion.
I got game.
But i don't have the need to make money out of it.
To make household brand names.
To make clothing lines.
To make the most dopest clan in SG.
We dope in out own ways.
Thus, i kindly suggest that you don't run your mouth.
Cause you might just find out how dope i can be when i'm in your face.
Fuck swagger.
Fuck punchlines.
Fuck rhymes.
Persistance and heart.
Same rules apply for survival everywhere, son.
