Letterhead
Letterhead
I’ve been obsessed with words ever since I was a little buck, always pickin’ up pens and pencils to scribble stuff/ it helps to represent the inner of me, with or without the literacy, I’m still livin’ the dream/ fascinated with letters and tryin’ to make ‘em unnatural shaped art, our cans would spray at the train yard/ under bridges and alley way walls, another business defaced in a conspicuous way/ when I was under 18 I had nothing to lose, give the graffiti task force somethin’ to do/ cover the huge-ass graff pieces thrown up by my crew, when I get a head full of letters yeah I’m cuttin’ em loose huh/ some think that it would be a gift, a gift divinely bestowed to those who get in line/ wait and wait and wait and get denied, unhappy they don’t realize letterhead-izm’s not a gift it’s a vice
I’m a Letterhead, never slept on or left for dead
I select the rhythm and if what I say get’s a listen, then no matter what the things I said are livin’ in spite of your skepticism/ and the amount of measures written - I can quit, I can curb it, it’s just addiction I use it instead of stickin’ it all in veins/ I become obsessed, awake all night, and forget it when I wake up the next day alive/ it brought me back to my essence like Christmas time, only getting drawing pads as my presents/ Mom how the hell you think I’d turn out? Burned out at age 30 lookin’ for jobs livin’ at your house?/ I know you don’t see me like that, but I’m just a junkie with a price tag despite that image of me/ I’m never givin’ up or gettin’ dusty, that pot of gold in the distance must mean I’m getting lucky/ with heady letters whether in a group or solo user, that beat pumps my blood with mojo boosters I’m a letterhead
I’m a Letterhead, never slept on or left for dead