Musician - Homeboy Sandman

Dedicating this to

Young female, who I’m sure meant no harm

Asked me what I did

Told her I was a musician

Said «What kind of music do you make?»

I said «I make hip-hop»

She said «Oh, you mean you’re a rapper?»

Next interview I’m asked how long I’ve been in the game

Afterwards gon' have to walk with a cane

I’m not on that plane

People ask why I ain’t walking this way

Nowadays I just be walking away

I am not tryna waste

An instant tryna explain

How I’m different from other rappers, far as they traits

Like there could ever be a logical answer other than the music we make

When I’m dead and gone my music will remain

We are not in a race

I don’t hold a conventional view

I’m not concerned with being the best, or being better than you

I’m concerned with being better than me

At the highest levels, that’s the only better worth even trying to be

This is the protest that the vultures evoked

As a spokesman for the culture that’s considered a joke

Just a show biz, son, to show that I’m loathed

Take a gander at the winners how they glamour and the glitter that’s shown

A musician

But y’all don’t listen

Different

This is

People ask how come I read out a book

Like I’m the herb to be concerned with how uncommon it look

I don’t need to take the time out to speak

I already know nobody cares if thats the verse I wrote to the beat

And how I do too many features?

Please don’t start

How can artist make too much art?

I know that y’all do not mean harm

But it’s hard

I never get a chance to walk the line, cause all of y’all walk hard

Cause of the course, my shit is not on par

Forefront of an artform that is not gone far

I guess that that’s the price of being avant-garde

Sixteen bars, three verses long

Is the output of a Beatles album and one song

No disrespect to Bob Dylan

But show respect for Madvillain

Top level of dope art

Black Thought, Ray Charles, Miles and Mozart

Might make the airwaves but music selection on British Airways don’t take no

part

Producers get it confused

Like, do I have a verse I already wrote, but I ain’t already use?

I feel defeated

Like MJ could have spit the «Thriller» verses over «Beat It»

It goes beyond the realm of inconvenience

Into the realm of hidden genius

Musicians be amongst the greatest in the world

But caught up in the game that’s being degraded by the world

Even though a sim is hated by the world

Don’t ask me by I’m jaded by the world

Disagreeing with all the human beings

Convinced with this only being for boys and girls

This is eternal