[Intro] Shoutsout my man, EQ Frank John James, yo [Verse 1] Hey man, the sun is coming out, right I think Ill go outside and enjoy a little sunlight Theyre saying I should put just a little sunscreen But I dont think I will, man Cos I embrace my dark skin Feels like a good day, Im really optimistic And my car aint turning on, but Ill find a way to fix it Before I know it, yo, Im cruising down the ten west About to pick my homie, Frank John, from his duplex And make some music, cos thats all I want to do And sometimes I want to give it up But dawg, you have no clue what it feels like To not have something to fall back on Plus, I get inspired everytime I hear a whack song I got the mellow style, for you I put soul in it Thats why my music is so different, a cold lesson You wont ever understand, brother I was born with it Not many people seem to like this mellow flow Thats why I dont perform these types of songs at my shows Thats why they criticize Blu for his performances But, if you listen to his lyrics, dawg He really has a doper set Im not trying to impress a certain audience It makes a lot of sense, and not everybody will vibe to this And those that do, understand the mechanics Of lyricism and criticism, never has me panic I never claim to be one of the dopest on the planet But I do wish to inform you, that my music is organic The shit you like has pesticides and the best will die Eventually with time, if you keep putting the best aside And youll have no good music to refer to Cos what you think is dope, its really not, its disrespectful But, who am I to tell you what is whack or not Who am I to tell you you could never be an astronaut Who am I to tell you that your music choice is whack as shit And artists that you listen to, need of lot more practice And no one, Im just a man with an opinion And the chances I make sense to you are a one to a million But Im trying to help you see the light and I hope I score Feeling like Jehovahs Witness, man Cos they close the door And bob their heads to something not worth listening And when an artist dies All of a sudden fools are missing him, or her But for now Im just a blur Hoping when the time is right, my music will be heard Ill probably be gone by then, Im really not that sure But youll see what I was talking about, man thats word Just know my name is Linoskiii, or Lino Skywalker I put my heart on these tracks, I write my life on them A twentyfirst century, storytelling, rhyme author
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