Story Behind The Song
In the same place where the video was shot, I run the studio for Rawhide Productions, sharing a space with the talented Rey Holliday most definitely comes with advantages. Not long after him playing this instrumental for me, I immediately started to write this song. It came very naturally and was extremely heart felt to write.
Song Description
This song represents my love for the art of creating itself. The different places your mind goes when imagining a new world, and the rush of trying to get that world explained on paper before it's gone.
| Song Length |
2:03 |
Genre |
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - Hip Hop |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Diplomatic, Composed |
Subject |
Philosophy, Artist |
| Similar Artists |
Jay-Z, 2Pac |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
The scenery changes, but it's the same thing, pages of rants rumbles and rages through different stages, write the scene on your own screen play, tons of historical jeers for our joy and tears to feed the tragedy, but cheers all in all for learning that's what love is for, when you want a life back you start appreciating the ones around your more (say word) shit's creek and I found my oar, maybe I'm just like my father peaceful, these songs are my peep holes, squint hard and get close, an empty not book is a pistol without ammo, it's like my brain retain ink, like a camels got back, sometimes I put it to a beat, I hope you get a chance to experience that
And Once again, It's just me and a pen...
My grievances are higher than my grief from regret, that means with the world on my back I ain't pushed yall off yet, this pens a power cord, this journals an outlet, it gets altered back and forth from when I'm doing good or I'm stressed, in terms of spirituality blessed, I missed being a mess, now who would've guest, but putting blessing on water can make it change form, so been on some brand new (new) since the day I was born, pleased with being a pawn, but pushed to be more, obsessive about an idea has got my fingers swollen and sore, and once again it's six in the morning and I awake to my face imprinted with a spiral shape
And once again, It's just me and a pen...