Текст песни
When I was young, I used to play the piano
And climb my way up on that stool
But the chords I used were all wrong
And, shit, the timing was too
So my dad got me an old nylon guitar
Right out the garage
Can't say it was ever worth that much
But it had like thousands of dollars of dust and rust
I'd play it till all my fingers would bleed
And that's a lot for a nylon string
I s'pose it's what kicked off the dream
For me at least it seemed
And I was happy
Till I discovered them minor chords
And pull on them heart strings
Tears on the paper
And out of tune was the way I'd sing
Thinking, "Damn being minor, I wanna be major"
And if I can't sing then I'ma rap
And if I'ma rap, I'ma keep practising that
Keep practising that, keep practising that
(Flip the diamond) Uh
What up, friends and the fam that stuck by
Who helped me on my lows and brought me down when I was high
See, my sister and I, we just kept on dreaming
Mum and Dad next room, they just kept on screaming
See, we believed that there was more to life
Than to work a nine-to-five, come home and yell at your wife
And through the pain and strife, I worked on my credentials
'Cause at rock bottom you got so much potential
And sometimes when you got nothing to lose
You lose the inhibition that you can't improve
That really helped the seven-deuce hand I was dealt
Here pops the ace up my sleeve 'cause I ain't got nothing else
So, yo, Mum, I'm a rapper now, look at me go
You free on Friday? Well, here's a free ticket to my show
I play gramps' harmonica up on the stage
Yeah, I know he's gone, but he'll be dancing in that grave like
Sometimes you gotta just let go
Go big, son, 'cause the weak go home
Life gets tough, yeah, that we all know
But life goes on, it's just like the show
Here's all my thoughts written in a song