A Third Person Story
(专辑: Logic: The Mixtape - 2009)
Damn right! Son Son! He was a
class clown, loved by all around He was kinda goofy, make you feel good when you're down But one day he disappeared and never came back At 17 got kicked out by his mother just like that He moved in with his father that he never grew up with But we're not gon' get into that, like cocaine we gon' cut it He loved music, but never had the
time 'Cause he was working two jobs and they both was overtime His girlfriend always told him that he was destined to shine He smiled, said "really?", but really paid it no mind And when he was of age the
situation was shitty So he packed up all his stuff and then he moved across the
city Rented a
room from his homie's mom and dad They saw the
situation and they felt so bad They let him live with 'em, and he was doing good Working at the
street fixing cars under their hood He got up with his mentor, that he knew for a
while He met him back when he was a
younging, only a
child A
real good guy that gave him some equipment And then he sent him packing like a
UPS shipment He said, "Lay some tracks, and maybe we can get it" So then he quit his job and he moved in with his sister They lived together as children so yes he really missed her But then he got another job, still working on music Tryna find a
style and figure out how to use it But one day he got it, yes, he's so excited But then he stopped Said I
got a
way to go on top, they gon' find me Such a
long journey like I'm walking I-90 Three thousand miles leaving the
haters behind me Along his path, he ran into a
wise man Said, "Please tell me how I
let 'em know I'm great" Wise man then said, "Drop a
mixtape But not just the
regular shit that everyone doing You gotta let 'em know you for real in what you're pursuing" Then he was gone, just as quick as he came After this encounter he would never be the
same 'Bout 100 miles and running, he started feeling something What's that? Maturity Every single night, sacrifice rest to write Dusk 'til dawn, he be rapping 'til the
sun up Call him Super Mario he always get the
one up Finally dropping tracks, now the
mixtape is completed His appetite for perfection was seriously needed Then it dropped He would, sell it for twenty but his country in recession so Take it for ten homie consider it a
blessing Yes he a
rookie, but you know they respect him That Botox flow, so whenever he inject 'em Them haters tighten up their game but now it don't affect him 'Cause if they step out of line yeah you know he finna check 'em He grew up on the
bottom, but dreamt about the
top He finally found out that until he reach it he won't stop He's headed to the
summit, where everybody plummet The
game need change and Logic can break a
hundred The
consul to the
game so you know we run it Nah, that last line was, over dramatic But he coming for that ass and he gon' let 'em have it