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Non Fiction

from Self Titled LP by Novatore

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this is a story bout a homie that I used to know
never was a clucker and he always paid the rent
hardly thought of money, stomach always fucking hungry
when it came to working he was always discontent
back in the grime days, he learned fast that crime pays
and 9 ways from sunday, he was sick of punching two clocks
move the cushions for the quarters, out of order
started hustling for pennies sold a boat load of moon rocks
he had a goons walk, it seemed pretty obvious
that 9-5 was never, something he could do forever
pretty clever, he could keep his head together
he was better as a hustler then a motherfuckin laborer
at work he always felt that he could never be himself
always out his element and feeling so incompetent
but in the streets it was really quite the opposite
he could run an operation, never short of confidence
thought as a leader but was critical of dominance
his word was never law it was only well respected
he was a lucky mother fucker, coupled
with the fact that he was pretty tricky, never locked up by detectives

(hook 2x's)

there aint no moral to this story, ima tell you this
there aint no ending either, i don't even give a shit
this is real life, and nothing happens for a reason
nothing works itself out and karma don't exist

eventually when he was past the thrill of victory
and he was getting over, this whole life that he was living
he'd go back to work, but always going back and forth
finding that he hated both the options he was given
he was trip pin on the vivid picture he was see in
being 57, steady hustling for survival
or even working at the same age, for shit wages
caught up in a cycle, slowly turning suicidal
he was an idol just to some, but what would he bee then?
he really hoped that he could age with grace just like a vinyl
it was time to turn to something that he tried to learn
back when he was younger it was time for a revival
he grabbed the mic and started writing never biting
and he knew that he could be, one of the sickest fucking emcees
Droppin bars like a motherfuckin diabetic
diuretic flows every sentence is a relic

(Hook 2x's)

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from Self Titled LP, released January 2, 2016

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