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It's a pity
Things didn't work out in the city
But I've lived, learned
And returned
To music in a big way
Living off my gigs' pay
Which is to say
I was eating peanut butter and bread
Following the road wherever it led
I didn't end up dead
Because I was storing fat like a camel stores water
And using love as fodder
Would replace the need
To feed
My stomach was empty
But I wasn't hungry
And the roses smelled lovely
At Whetstone
But I could still wait to get home
Because I love sleeping in my car
Hanging out in bars
Listening to non famous stars
Play guitar
While I drank H20
Because I had to wait to go
On stage and grab the mic
I definitely had the life
I always wanted
And I loved it
I saw family and friends
And hoped it would never end
It felt like one long beautiful day
Looking for a suitable way
To honor everything I had worked for
And open doors
And spending countless time promoting
Hoping
It would result in strong showings
And even though I played to small crowds
It felt like they were all loud
Because I was the happiest I had ever been
I have a forever grin
Plastered to my face
Even through disaster and mistakes
It was all laughter no disgrace
Living happily ever after in this place
I felt faster in this race
Because I was on course
And my voice was not hoarse
Because I was saying the right things
Enjoying what the night brings
Whether I was hanging out in the best spots
Or sleeping at rest stops
I was thinking nothing but blessed thoughts
As I reunited with friends long gone
And getting my song on
I realize music has taken me
Places I couldn't go with money
And I'm pretty certain through the events of this year
That I'll never be earning enough to make music my career
And what's even more clear
Is that trying has been worth every effort
No matter how much my wallet hurt
I know what it all is worth
Because I'm standing on solid turf
Because it's supported by something much more substantial
Than the financial
System we've created
Yes I've made it
I've lived it and loved it
I was down to my last 5 bucks and completely out of credit
But I wouldn't let it
Stress me out
I just went the route
Of Chillin' at the Papa again
In the town I grew up in
And let all the love in
And as much as I love being on the roam
I'm going home

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