Live For Tomorrow By MC Whizzkid. 2014. I was just a young kid growing up, Spewing out rhymes like I was throwing up, Supposed to go to school but never showing up, Thought I knew it all, but never sewing up. Reaching for the highs, but never going up, All these crazy feelings I was stowing up, Too quick to run my mouth & never slowing up, It was just a dream to be blowing up. Keep it focused Whizzkid could be something, So now Im trying to make career outta a big pile of nothing. Scribbling on the front of school books with no concentration, One day i had to try & make these words my occupation. Too big for my station, Thought i was the conductor, When really all i was, was a self destructer. Truth is i just mucked up, every skill that i had, The typical good kid, corrupted by bad. Pen & a pad, I started etching my feelings, It took away my pain, it was my own way of dealing, With the fact that secretly i was missing my Dad, Describing in rhyming all pain that i had. My Mum is amazing, back then I took her for granted, All she did was care, but my view on things was slanted. More interested in trouble & going to raves, Staying out on the streets, no way to behave. But one good thing emerged from out of the darkness, My skill for writing pulled me in the right way to harness, Emotions for the positive, not causing a drama, Its lucky coz really, i was playing with karma. The lights of the stage started calling me louder, Determined to be something they could be proud of. My mates were hard critics, they thought i was crap. Like Who the hell, would ever pay to see that?! I took it and i worked, and I wrote, than i worked and I wrote. Im gonna make sure on one day theyd choke. Gonna be that MC Ravers will remember, And when my fire retires, theyll still get burnt by my embers. Undergroud scene defender, lyrical message sender. W-Team member, considered a mentor. Sometimes i get lost, I mean well at my centre, ill make it snow in the summer, bring out the sun in December. And so the story continues, my work still aint done, Im now a man, & i do this for my Daughter & Son. Still that same Kid whos mouth likes to run, Only now, my biggest battles been won. So if youre listening, Im still doing it Dad, & Mum, i love you, Im sorry for when i was bad. Yesterday is a memory & Im scarred by the sorrow, Difference is now… I live for tomorrow. ( Link to listen below. Thank you. )
Posted on: Mon, 26 May 2014 20:23:37 +0000
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