Light A Match - Demrick

It’s necessary that I catch you up to speed

Lot more behind the scenes then what you seeing in my feeds

Spent two years straight on the road chasing down my dreams

Lost in the scene, almost forgot what home means

Fuck sleep, I bet it all on the team

I don’t stress it, count my blessings

I’m a king!

I’m a king!

And regard us, we all good and just know we all still movin' like y’all should

‘Cause when this game switch positions, I don’t let it blur the vision

Every verse I spit, it’s like I’m on a murder mission

The clock ticking, better get to work, tired of mom’s living for the first with

an empty purse

Ghetto curse with a bunch of dirty money I can’t clean

Half these rappers you take they autotune off, they can’t sing

I ain’t hating, boy, I use it too

So fuck you judging from your cubicle ‘cause something sounding new to you?

And you want to know what’s sounding old to me?

A bunch of broke niggas talking ‘bout where they supposed to be

How many motivational tweets do you got to see, ‘fore you finally believe in

yourself?

You got help then it’s on you

Better do what you gotta do

Take it from me, Young De, I live the impossible

No radio records, no real record deal, no real appeal, just a bunch of verses

everybody feels

They say skill is overrated now and my age’ll weigh me down

One day they’ll be happy that this old dog stayed around

I play the pound like a vet

I got pounds on deck

I break it down with respect

Let’s go

(Shit ain’t been easy for me

I appreciate the grind though, and the support.)

Was feeling underrated and under-appreciated

Then I checked my bank statements and re-evaluated

Far from a millionaire, but even farther from the top

Rhyming, water boiling over the stove.

I was really there

Vivid memories of packing bags back in Philly

Girl looking at me silly

Said I’m moving out to L.A. Yeah they ‘bout to feel me

I’m ‘bout to make it with this rap, it’s either that or kill me

I’m even farther from the hype, man, you might have first seen on stage

Standing right next to legends like a mic stand

Thinking «what a life», damn

But I only made two-fifty a show

And I got lost in the sauce trying to floss on the road

I would come back home more broke than I’d left

Use liquor to cope with stress, I was deeply depressed

I had hope, yes.

You see, I never lost sight of that

Because I love to talk my shit, bitch, light a match

(Hey nigga, we ‘bout to go out there and do our thing, before we do that you

know how we do nigga, lets cheers up.

And thank God bless us even though this

world stressing.

Now let’s go shut it down.)