JoePro - So Real
Part improv, part fragmented verses, all put (More) Part improv, part fragmented verses, all put together and recorded in less than an hour. Free mp3 download: http://www.zshare.net/audio/111827995a117eb9/ Another recent song: "Unsung": http://www.zshare.net/audio/107079399ce59b5f/ "So Real" Lyrics: I'm like a fucking budding flower with the dew drops still on me you can pick me up and flaunt me if you want to I'm sitting here, so unknown, so ungrown with so much going for me and so much to go Ive got so much life in me, life that hasnt even surfaced Ive got worlds of life in me, galaxies and universes Ive got so much time its fucking beautiful, Im just a kid I still have yet to begin, no'n to lose, so much to win but I feel like I'm fucking going insane through the pain and strain of feeling my hope drain I feel now like I can't possibly succeed at ANY fucking thing I try is this the way the world hangs out people to dry? are you telling me I shouldn't even try? cause for so much blinding hope and huge attempts I'm pretty much still in the same place in any sense and its gotten to the point where my fragmented thoughts can only stay out of insanity by banging on pots by clinging to some shred of a beat so I can keep telling myself I've still got something ahead of me but what can you do to change a world that ignores you it would even be better if it deplores you so at least you're making a difference at least you've been aknowledged you ain't just being sucked into the monotonous scheme of college I aint just the realest rapper, Im the realest person you'll ever meet I aint a picture perfect image encased in gems so fresh and neat, the way you see me in videos is the same as in person, I dont wear a different suit for the million different shots or the verses what is this rhyming this rapping this need to write the need to accomplish enormous feats of might this need to hear and see and touch and taste beauty this need to succeed is above all my duty this need to put beats down on the sheet and feel 'em rip through the surface and come alive for me Im describing it as best I can but my mind works a million miles an hour faster than my hand ITS SO FRESH BECAUSE ITS REAL, SO REAL BECAUSE ITS FRESH just wait for me to get this dark and heavy shit off my chest and you'll hear the rest, like you never imagined rap how bout that, its all about emotions, in fact so how far away are we... from this new deity IM OVERDUE still approaching so belatedly Just listen to my music, i dont care if you know the sense in it or if it just gives you a thrill because of how intense it is or because of whichever part of your life it gives emphasis but it makes you real no matter for what reason you intended it I dont need drugs I got my own special recipe I get high spinning the beats about my destiny but its a physical addiction, it controls the rest of me governed by necessity it holds me so messily This need: the need to feel the beat beneath my feet to stand alone in a valley with the beat surrounding me to go alone to the moon and to the bottom of the sea it awakens all other passions I've never even seen I CAN FEEL IT WANTING TO BE FUCKING ERUPTING OUT OF ME but a line is only a single pebble in the pond surrounding me SO FUCKING LET IT BURST I DON'T CARE IF IT HURTS RESOUNDINGLY So strap me to the table and attach the cords and turn the knobs up all the way I've fought with so many different swords I could die or get born today (Less)