2 Decades A Capella by Jabez Z Lyrics
[Spoken Word]
The big 2-0, and I'm still the true hero
Bringing pen and page and escapades, while I replicate the first decade
One plus one, that's two decades
Two decades, twenty years, the first ten felt so unclear
Motives foggy, shoulders wobbly, cold and awfully so exhausting
Therapy books, like a poor bastard, learned to become the chore master
Earned a chance to score after, womеn don't respect a cold actor, that's an old chapter, turn thе page
Teenage years weren't all the same, ups and downs like bipolar standing center stage
Fucking mental patient with a deck of cards
Mix and mastered like CMX, when the drama stopped
Thespians all around, never knowing who would drown
Fuckers leaving, sporting frowns, next day, high like a kite for clowns
Fucking lights and sounds
Last day we all sang, Queen's "Rhapsody" played all day
Tears flooded the entire stage, enough for boats and "ahoy, matey"
Closed painfully was my heart, unfulfilled with broken parts
Couldn't think to end without start, all I could do was play with cards
And start rapping, spitting bars, cart stacking in parking lots
Car packing with lots of scars, apartment's lacking, no room for art
Now unemployed with one dream, once chance to start clean
Start rapping for a new beginning, cards are stacked for new picking
To sum it up and add to that, subtract all that seems to crash
I've always had one thing that seemed to last: magic tricks and backpacks
This path starting, two decades long, my past gone, with my mask on
Continuing to pass off my rap songs, 'cause I'm always strong
The big 2-0, and I'm still the true hero
Bringing pen and page and escapades, while I replicate the first decade
One plus one, that's two decades
Two decades, twenty years, the first ten felt so unclear
Motives foggy, shoulders wobbly, cold and awfully so exhausting
Therapy books, like a poor bastard, learned to become the chore master
Earned a chance to score after, womеn don't respect a cold actor, that's an old chapter, turn thе page
Teenage years weren't all the same, ups and downs like bipolar standing center stage
Fucking mental patient with a deck of cards
Mix and mastered like CMX, when the drama stopped
Thespians all around, never knowing who would drown
Fuckers leaving, sporting frowns, next day, high like a kite for clowns
Fucking lights and sounds
Last day we all sang, Queen's "Rhapsody" played all day
Tears flooded the entire stage, enough for boats and "ahoy, matey"
Closed painfully was my heart, unfulfilled with broken parts
Couldn't think to end without start, all I could do was play with cards
And start rapping, spitting bars, cart stacking in parking lots
Car packing with lots of scars, apartment's lacking, no room for art
Now unemployed with one dream, once chance to start clean
Start rapping for a new beginning, cards are stacked for new picking
To sum it up and add to that, subtract all that seems to crash
I've always had one thing that seemed to last: magic tricks and backpacks
This path starting, two decades long, my past gone, with my mask on
Continuing to pass off my rap songs, 'cause I'm always strong