DA ART OF STORYTELLING

now while many emcees try to master the art of storytelling, i can only think of one person who was a damn master...SLICK RICK of course! this dude was the king of storytelling, so i decided to explore my own story...i dont ask you to understand it or even like it, i just ask that you listen to my story...

So indecisive, clouded my life is

ended a chapter, the words i'll miss

page 3080 i bump the speakers and ride

my rearview mirrors, i cant even figure

out the corner of my eye my mind replies,

"how do i look back and drive at the same time?"

my recent experience so unkind

i try and swallow what pride i have left

and know that a sane life is one with no regrets

fuck a mid-life crisis, who said 50

is the only time in life i can be iffy

take is to '04, i already OD'd and widthdrew

how many 17 year olds you know been through

not being able to put the money in the account

thought you was my friend? oh no a miscount

it comes with the job, either get arrested or robbed

oh? and those regrets i was talkin about

yeah i got one

i would have taken the hit and let you run

all i know is i'm the only one who 'fessed

now both our worlds are a mess

i hated Mary Jane, that bitch betrayed me

no longer were my days high and carefree

like the drugs, the money was addicting

i knew i shouldnt, but one more 20 wont hurt

i had to stop, step out of my zone of comfort

i think now i would never quit

but my p.o. stayed watchin me piss

8 months i went, then she called my name

she said "Tashy tash, can you come out to play?"

followed by, "i know you didnt forget..."

i said "what to roll the blunt i gotta get it wet?"

of course i remember, break it up, i got the dutch

here i go in the old routine smoking joints and such

now i'm back in, i dont feel its a sin

if anything it was something my life was missin

but back to the story, i needed to prove myself

do it alone, so i can lose myself

i applied, got in, and there were no more questions

NY was my destination

days pass, the questions arise, was it the end of my rhyme?

have i been defeated? NY i feel cheated

this tunnel so dark, eyes cant adjust

another date with NY is a must

i forgave him, granted him another chance

knew i wanted him to be my man

i took a bite of the big apple

fell into a deep trance, i was romanced

he asked with a hand, "Would you like to dance?"

i stressed the "yes" and took a deep breath

"This is a high you will never forget"

pop & lock, two-step, laugh till we cry

"Oh you gotta man?"...."Yeah, i'm in love with NY"

now 3 years later things couldnt be greater

school work done now i gotta chase that paper....