DESCRIPTION:
"Pen& Pad Blues"

[Verse]
Seeing that my mic is on, I'll rock it 'til the night is gone, schemin 'til I see the sun rise.
A point in every word, I'm just hopin that it's heard, pressure on my pen to make a punchline, 'cause...

[Bridge]
It's all I really have now, it's all I seem to do.
Right until I pass out, it's just me and my Pen & Pad Blues.
It goes...

[Chorus]
One rhyme for my love, one bar for my passion.
I can't give music up, no matter what might happen.
(repeat)

[Verse]
'Cuz I'm still awake at 5 o'clock, tryin to fight this writer's block, thinkin of a way to make it hot.
Because a sixteen probably ain't gon mean a thing to the people 'til the day my album...but...

[Bridge]
[Chorus]

"Unfamous"
[Chorus]
Imma keep makin music like it's all I can do,
'Cause the concept of a starvin artist is true.
No this ain't my way of bein complacent,
Just take what I am given, livin Unfamous.
Imma keep makin music like it's all I can do,
'Cause the concept of a starvin artist is true.
And it might be bittersweet, but Imma just face it
And embrace it: Unfamous.

[Verse]
I'm hopin for humility so I don't miss the point yo.
And keep in my conscience who I am a voice fo.
People hear I rap and before we start to talk
I know I gotta have bars in case they want me to rap on the spot.
'Cause I know that first impression might be all I got.
Now I gotta amaze em with whatever bars I drop.
And people who know me be askin, "How's your rappin?"
But if I don't got an album, then they might think that I'm slackin.
But tell em how it really is, whether or not it makes a difference
So I can't be mad at them for losin interest.
Hours on hours of relentless stressin.
And for what? A couple minutes of potential attention?
A little bit of props and just hopin that it's tight?
But every song is just a picture of one moment in my life.
I used to wanna be the main event on the stage
But hey, maybe it's better this way.

[Chorus]

[Verse]
Watchin TV got me hopin for better
And thinkin the industry is one big, gold-coated treasure.
But all the things about the game I didn't know when I entered,
Like how your love for music, can make you fold from the pressure.
Broke my back, wallet, spirit, just to stay in it, why?
To look back on bad times just to say that I tried?
Been bendin over backwards like a double-sided arm joint,
Puttin pressure on my pen like a ballpoint.
Like what I write is my heart and soul, my art and my flow
Or at least just the parts that you know.
When I was hungry and broke, and my choices that night,
When I was one thought away from destroyin my mic
Like physically, I thank God that I didn't, literally
Didn't see that the price for your passion isn't free.
But it'd be selfish with me and music's history,
I don't think of what it did to me, I think of what it did for me.

[Chorus]

[Verse]
A record deal, I might never know how that feels
But there's artists unknown who are still mad ill.
Structure, metaphors, delivery, punches, laughter.
A perfect package won't promise what I'm after.
Now it seems like I'm runnin backwards,
Could say I keep it real, yeah, and so do a million other rappers.
More humble rappers please, if you know The Book
You know humility is somethin that I can't overlook.
I really couldn't tell you if my dreams came true
But Imma have faith whether or not they do.
Ain't expectin fame to provide better days
And anyway, God doesn't need me takin center stage
I didn't take this job for the dough and exposure .
I took it 'cause I know it's what I owe to the culture.
I don't rap for God for units moved or a lot of views,
Do it 'cause God said, "This is what I want of you."

[Chorus]