[Cig:] So this is it... I had to take it there, it's come to this point DJ On Point: Do remember this is the Forgotten Borough, the mixtape, volume 3 [Cig:] They keep on pushin' me, and honestly, I really don't give a fuck anymore man [DJ On Point:] We doin' this 1 for Staten Island right here [Cig:] Everything gets worse and worse everyday, I don't ever see it ever changin man...Cig, this is me, Ghostown [DJ On Point:] Ghostown, lets go... [Cig:] I could never picture myself rockin' no button ups I paid my dues, been with dudes who've always stayed buttoned up Wit losers on corners, cookin' somethin up Dropouts a reasonable doubt, they families lookin' nothin' up Cause it'll never look up, I try and remain righteous We cry the same tears, and when I do I write this I ain't just rhymin' words, herbs tryin' to fight this But no, I don't give a fuck if you haters don't like Chris Knowin' you might diss, but I'm driven by the hate When I'm down and out, it keeps me goin', I'm risen by the fate In other words, it occurs, that these words I'd state State the truth in the booth that my fans appreciate Pacin' in my room, wishin' that I'd die Facin my fathers tomb till we meet on the other side Know that I ain't wrong, or just good at lies Just know this ain't so long, just short term goodbyes [Chorus x2:] You could give me death before dishonor When it rains, it pours, so why would I bother? Things won't change, so why try harder? But I keep holdin' on to a better tomorrow [Cig:] I don't rock designer clothes or worry about shape ups Everyday death gets close, don't worry about if I'll wake up Nothin' to fall back on, it's just in my make up To move forward when most of y'all would just shake up Wake up, it's the same shit over and over again Would've blown my brains out if I didn't have this pen Nobody understands me except for a few friends And day by day it seems like there's very few of them But I don't rap for you, but know I do rap for you The few who have to go through what we have to go through Each and every day, say you don't even got a clue Step in my shoe for a few and tell me exactly what you would do Lost, exactly, with me its more then just fine Find myself alone again, hear me out, just 1 line And through rhymes, if I just reach 1 mind, it's fine Cause people like us take things 1 day at a time [Chorus] [Cig:] You gotta feel me on this man. I put so much effort into this music. I'm tired of eatin' bread sandwiches and puttin' Cheerios and Cinnamon Toast Crunch together just cause I ain't got no money to hit up the studio. Man, this rap shit gotta work out, feel me? [Cig:] They tell me look in the mirror and state what's wrong I don't know, but I just hope it don't last that long I try and hold on, but homie I just ain't that strong And sometimes I can't find the words for these dam songs Chris, just smile, but there's no reason to fool Cause I hate girls, my job, my life, and my school I ain't in this for money, honey's, or tryin' to look cool Every night I cry damn it, I could fill up a pool Chances to make it are slim, expect it to happen But I ain't good at nuthin' else except for rappin' My music's therapeutic in the way that I use it Choose it to express myself, otherwise I would lose it [Chorus]
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Copy to Clipboard: [Cig:] So this is it... I had to take it there, it's come to this point DJ On Point: Do remember this is the Forgotten Borough, the mixtape, volume 3 [Cig:] They keep on pushin' me, and honestly, I really don't give a fuck anymore man [DJ On Point:] We doin' this 1 for Staten Island right here [Cig:] Everything gets worse and worse everyday, I don't ever see it ever changin man...Cig, this is me, Ghostown [DJ On Point:] Ghostown, lets go... [Cig:] I could never picture myself rockin' no button ups I paid my dues, been with dudes who've always stayed buttoned up Wit losers on corners, cookin' somethin up Dropouts a reasonable doubt, they families lookin' nothin' up Cause it'll never look up, I try and remain righteous We cry the same tears, and when I do I write this I ain't just rhymin' words, herbs tryin' to fight this But no, I don't give a fuck if you haters don't like Chris Knowin' you might diss, but I'm driven by the hate When I'm down and out, it keeps me goin', I'm risen by the fate In other words, it occurs, that these words I'd state State the truth in the booth that my fans appreciate Pacin' in my room, wishin' that I'd die Facin my fathers tomb till we meet on the other side Know that I ain't wrong, or just good at lies Just know this ain't so long, just short term goodbyes [Chorus x2:] You could give me death before dishonor When it rains, it pours, so why would I bother? Things won't change, so why try harder? But I keep holdin' on to a better tomorrow [Cig:] I don't rock designer clothes or worry about shape ups Everyday death gets close, don't worry about if I'll wake up Nothin' to fall back on, it's just in my make up To move forward when most of y'all would just shake up Wake up, it's the same shit over and over again Would've blown my brains out if I didn't have this pen Nobody understands me except for a few friends And day by day it seems like there's very few of them But I don't rap for you, but know I do rap for you The few who have to go through what we have to go through Each and every day, say you don't even got a clue Step in my shoe for a few and tell me exactly what you would do Lost, exactly, with me its more then just fine Find myself alone again, hear me out, just 1 line And through rhymes, if I just reach 1 mind, it's fine Cause people like us take things 1 day at a time [Chorus] [Cig:] You gotta feel me on this man. I put so much effort into this music. I'm tired of eatin' bread sandwiches and puttin' Cheerios and Cinnamon Toast Crunch together just cause I ain't got no money to hit up the studio. Man, this rap shit gotta work out, feel me? [Cig:] They tell me look in the mirror and state what's wrong I don't know, but I just hope it don't last that long I try and hold on, but homie I just ain't that strong And sometimes I can't find the words for these dam songs Chris, just smile, but there's no reason to fool Cause I hate girls, my job, my life, and my school I ain't in this for money, honey's, or tryin' to look cool Every night I cry damn it, I could fill up a pool Chances to make it are slim, expect it to happen But I ain't good at nuthin' else except for rappin' My music's therapeutic in the way that I use it Choose it to express myself, otherwise I would lose it [Chorus]
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