Unsung - Jared Evan

Sometimes I wish it was easier

To get to the light at the end of the tunnel

I guess I’ll just have to keep making my way

Through these dark days

I keep on feeling raindrops

I wonder will the fame pop

The climate gonna change

But it ain’t never gonna stay hot

I might have hit my head

When I fell down on the floor

They think I went extinct

But they all some Dinosaurs

I’m a T. Rex and he’s next

Gas is inside of that respect

A legend to many

Yet I still feel like a rject

A c-section

Cut all you wack MCs out of it

Yeah you gon bleed out again

Murdr but he’s proud of it

A similar killer to villainous criminals

Filling up pillars with led

I’m still in the village and pillaging

Diligent hitting the ceiling instead

We stop spinning as soon as we all in it

So many roads that a man walks down

Like Bob Dylan

A Fresh Prince like Smith cause I’m Willing

Not jaded, dirty dozens of raps

Like 5 Eminems

Yeah I’m in again

I’m swimming in synonyms

Here to put an end to this dark

That I’ve been living in

And this is one of those times

I never saw the shadow on the walls

I mean I had no idea that that was there

We would just clip the light

Wherever we could clip the light

And there was a lot of times along the way

Where things happened that we had absolutely

No control over

This is a fan song

It’s mad raw

The Vanguard

Write these raps in back of my head

While putting my Vans on

Rare form

Precipitate like a bad storm

Rap is real estate

You best believe that your land’s gone

Rapmatic

Yeah I’m back at it

Like crack addicts

Black magic, hidden gem like I been stuck in your attic

What’s with that shit?

I’ve been catching bodies like a mattress

Got the city in my hands

That’s what I call a pomegranate

All these snakes just wanna fizzle me down

I deserve the thrown

So go head and give me the crown

Underrated, when I made it

Hardly appreciated

Unsung hero

Even though I’m better than your favorite

Fuck a face lift

I can detach your spine from your anus

Take the cookies out the jar

Like my name was Famous Amos

I’m just heinous

Everybody, they just want to claim it

But really all they want is to be famous

You see either you must take the point of view

That if there is this deplorable suffering

The universe is one hell of a mess

Or you may say, no it isn’t really a mess

Somehow all the suffering amounts to something in the end