Introspective Lyrics - Cormega

(Cormega) 

I killed her with +The Realness+ now I'm bringin her life 

Prestige is an illusion people tend to lose sight 

I will always be Cory, youngest child of Dorothy 

My brown eyes mirrors the pure ferocity 

I slung the E, held my first heat with curiousity 

Slept with it, rep with it, streets empower me 

I came from curses, cuffs, and suede Pumas 

To painting slums as visual as James Evans Jr. 

I became a criminal when few though I wasn't 

My shot wounds, my birthmarks a thug injustice 

And with the? 

The quarters not working I question my purpose in life 

It must be to write, son I'm very determined 

I child of the ghetto like a very young Sherman 

Bread not moldin, the chosen upholding 

unwritten laws of those behind walls closed in, picture me rollin 

but don't look at me differently on the strengh that I'm holdin 

This is Mega you never heard my chain got stolen 

I pitch like Randy Johnson 

Dudes needed work I assist like Magic Johnson 

Before rap my name was ringing in the projects 

We took the block and props of every gram cooked 

The rap game a change gon' come like Sam Cook 

And Big didn't give the crown up and this means 

his unwilling departure still makes him king 

Cor-mega, will forever still born in Bedstuy, never ran never will 

My life is very real a tribeam couldn't measure my skill 

or +True Meaning+ who wanna bring it, I'm right here... 

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