My Excuse Lyrics

They tell you "Do what you love"

But that's only when "doing" pays

And if money don't suit yourself

Then get out of your selfish ways

Go make capitalistic waves

As a cog in a big tech space

And just rot as a fiscal slave

'Til you're caught in a mid-life craze

You reflect

Regret the dreams you let your doubt and apprehension reject

Wonder how you let the ills of corporate fortune infect

Your every move and intent

To just be a dude

Who could bet that he'll live his truth

And pursue what he always knew

Gave him childlike joy anew

Gave him life when he was aloof

Saved his mind when it bent askew

He felt Wright at the height he flew

With his style he cannot lose

Walk a mile in verbal shoes

And you'll find a proverbial muse

Think it's time that we light the fuse

And just rhyme

What we got to lose?

Every line that I write induces

A chime that could make you snooze

A hypnotic and rhythmic ruse

See I'm bound by the spell of rhyme

But this bondage I'll always choose

I ain't takin' no nine-to-five

Let my music be my excuse

Pshhh

Listen

You're oversellin' it, soilin' your own intelligence

Toilin' every night in your room ignorin' the elephant

Most of these younger rappers remainin' borin', irrelevant

Focus on something elegant!

"Rappin' just for the hell of it?"

Sappin' your time and energy adding useless embellishments

Into these instrumentals nobody is even relishin'

Thinkin' you need to share with the world your little story

But I don't see many listeners

Why are you even tellin' it?

Well

Let me tell you man

I'm in my element when I'm at the mic

I'm like Mike, murderin' your ears with every byte

Delight when I write

Slight rhymes make you go night-night

These lines light

(Still might place me in limelight)

I shine bright, time's right I'll fire like fight-flight

Incite fright in the demons in my sight

I cite spite as the driver of my lyrical might

For every line that I write, another doubter that I smite

Despite what you think I ain't spittin' just to amuse

I'm rife with creative energy, somethin' I oughta use

So I rhyme

What I got to lose?

Every line that I write induces

A chime that could make you snooze

A hypnotic and rhythmic ruse

Yes I'm bound by the spell of rhyme

But this bondage I'll always choose

I ain't takin' no nine-to-five

Let my music be my excuse