Glory by Tha Soloist x A Dusty Cinema

I met a man in the park that was asking for some change
He said his name was Death, and it was time to go away
Taken by the arm, and said no harm would come my way
My soul left my body and my skin turned gray
Surrounded by a crowd that was out that day
"Somebody call the ambulance!", is what I heard them say
But it was too late to save me, I was gone in a flash
Death took me to the building where I used to live at
I was still inside the crib, just a baby with no clue
But the look on my face was like I already knew
Then he took me to a room that was all too familiar
I was just a teen listening to 'Roc La Familia'
The CD broke in half, I had to throw it in the trash
At first I was mad, but then I just had to laugh
I saw my mom's face when I lost my fuckin' dad
A needle in his arm, my brother found him in the bath
Suddenly my house turned into a hospital
His skin was dark blue, no prana inside his nostrils
Taken to a place that was hard for me to see
My brother took my wallet, he was shaking like a leaf
Addicted to the same shit that took my pop's life
So I turned to the art, and the music, yeah I write
Death cracked a smile when he saw he next scene
I was listening to Nasty Nas, walking around Queens
Then I went to Brooklyn, the subway was pissy...

I went to the Bronx and bumped Big Pun
After that I went back to Jerz for Redman, son
Took a ferry out to Staten to be around the set
where 9 Emcees told us, "Protect Ya Neck"
Remember KRS when he said, "The Bridge Is Over"?
Remember DMX before he tried getting sober?
Sometimes the best are as crazy as ODB
but it sucks, 'cause after that they just OD
I slowly realized as I got a little older
that it wasn't all about the Hip-Hop, I had to try and stop
and think about my future, shit got colder
Now they listening to Future, Boom Bap is over
Yeah, it dwells in the Underground here and there
but even Underground shit is selling out, oh yeah
We used to be unique, originality now lacks
We used to rep the real, now it's artificial cats
It's not about the sales, or the times you went to jail
Glorifying shit that makes it okay for you to fail
Instead of buying land, they buying Benz's
Instead of changing lives, they say they taking lives
Sometimes I spit my gritty shit
That 50 shit, that hardcore Philly shit
Yeah, I talk about my feelings, kid
It's all about what really matters, chapters of my life
We always look for answers, but the questions never right
We wanna find Nirvana, but we acting like we Kurt
Numb the pain through killing self instead of living for a purp'
I used to see my flaws and feel defeated
But now I barely listen to these thoughts, I call them demons
Reaching for the stars, but it's taking mad long
I seen the sunny days during nights, but I hang on
Standing on the top, just to fall to the bottom
Then rise back up, just to have another problem
My brain feels heavy, my soul feels light
My aura feels blue, my heart feel tight
My life feels bitter, my death feels sweet
If I get to meet the gods I'll be kneeling at their feet

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• New Jersey