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• Artiste: Token (Rap)
• Titre: Not Supposed To Be Here
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Never Too Different Yeah, yeah Alright, yeah At thirteen I joined cyphers in Boston, I took the train My first time out the north shore, before tour and the fame Surrounded by these black and Spanish dudes, middle, late twenties They could tell I lived a sheltered life, they still chose to respect me I was timid, they were braver I would spit, but they were better Talkin' 'bout much realest things Dead friends and gang pressure I would just rap about rappin' But they still were never haters Huggin' my mom when they met her Told her her son's gon' be major (Major, major) My dad wasn't the bravest So I looked up to those dudes as real men, my motivation Were more talented than me They set the bar that I was chasin' Fast-forward, I'm the only one who made it Now I'm not supposed to be here My neighbors drive a Tesla, young daughter in the back seat Get mad when I whip fast down the cul-de-sac happy My other neighbors are a older couple, maybe sixties Probably worked their whole life to get that house and drive that Bentley Four levels, big door, long, tall stairs On the other side is the crib like theirs Three young kids, early twenties, no parents Every Friday night, eight other cars sit next to theirs And I wonder what they think Do they even know that it's just that one kid paying for it? The two others are his bros, getting used to a lifestyle they may never reach alone They think that I'm doing them a favor, but I don't know What happens when I wanna move or wanna be alone? Am I selfish? Do I trick my friends with life that ain't their own? Five-star meals, cleaning ladies are their norm I love my fucking dogs, I'd do anything for 'em I wanna take 'em with me everywhere, that's what I do it for But are they gon' resent me if one day I can not do it no more? Feel like I'm trickin' fate and all these blessings might disguise A spoiled kid with homies I gotta remind that we're not supposed to be here It could be just coincidence or maybe fate planned it The house that I moved into with my money from Atlantic was my dream house Till I realized where I got the dream from It looked exactly like my best friend's house in seventh grade The same house I used to steal from When he was out of town I used to break in with my older friend and look around And take anythin' of value that I saw The most ironic part about it all is that the kid who lived there wasn't just a friend He was the only kid who convinced me to put my music on the internet Without him, I never would be on these steps Now this house is just a stark reminder of the bad friend I've always been Liar that I've always been, cheater and deceiver still Lucky motherfucker, but know how to play the victim still They tell me I fell off and fans defend me, nah, it's okay I promise, I'm not even supposed to be here in the first place