The Shame from Style Clashes by Rakontyr Clique

Andre:
My soul is dirty like the bottom of an old sneaker
So I know I could never be a leader
With the feet of a thousand men behind me
My sins were slimy and my past always come back to remind me
Why these actions to be a better man are irrelevant
Cause if you were ever been someone who once lacked intelligence
They’ll greet ya with a shoulder colder than Antarctica
Unwelcomed like showin up in Israel rockin’ a Swastika

Masta:
Each day of remission is on the edge of a precipice
Hopin to grab the rope that’ll lead to his exodus
But it’s a high jump, and if things go wrong, an even longer fall
And the foundation doesn’t seem too strong at all
In fact sometimes it feels no stronger than sand
And it’s like, the higher he jumps, the harder he lands
However, the ground below is somethin’ he don’t plan to see
So he keeps his head up for the sake of his sanity

Johnny:
We’re so close I can touch, a future I see in your eyes
But I’ve been beat down so much, for a past that I despise
I didn’t want you to know how fucked up I really am
But if you want me to go, I’ll completely understand

• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• comedy rap
• storytelling
• underground
• vocals
• North Carolina