Jabez Z - 2 Decades (A Capella) Lyrics

The big two zero
And I'm still the true hero
Bringing pen and page
And escapades
While I replicate
The first decade
1 + 1 that's 2 Decades
2 decades. 20 years
The first 10, felt so unclear
Motives foggy
Shoulders wobbly
Cold and awfully
So exhausting
Therapy books, like a poor bastard
Learned to become the chore master
Earned a chance to score after
Women don't respect a cold actor
That's an old chapter
Turn the page
Teenage years weren't all the same
Ups and downs like bipolar standing center stage
Fucking mental patient
With a deck of cards
Mixed and mastered
Like CMX
When the drama stopped
Thespians all around
Never knowing who would drown
Fuckers leaving, sporting frowns
Next day, high, like a kite for clowns
Fucking lights and sounds
Last day, we all sang
Queen's Rhapsody played all day
Tears flooded the entire stage
Enough for boats and ahoy matey
Closed painfully, was my heart
Unfulfilled with broken parts
Couldn't think to end without start
All I could do was play with cards
And start rapping
Spitting bars
Cart stacking
In parking lots
Car packing
With lots of scars
Apartment's lacking
No room for art
Now unemployed, with one dream
Once chance to start clean
Start rapping for a new beginning
Cards are stacked for new picking
To sum it up
And add to that
Subtract all that seems to crash
I've always had one thing that seemed to last
Magic Tricks, and backpacks
This path starting, 2 Decades long
My past gone
With my mask on
Continuing to pass off
My rap songs
Cuz I'm Always Strong

The big two zero
And I'm still the true hero
Bringing pen and page
And escapades
While I replicate
The first decade
1 + 1 that's 2 Decades
2 decades. 20 years
The first 10, felt so unclear
Motives foggy
Shoulders wobbly
Cold and awfully
So exhausting
Therapy books, like a poor bastard
Learned to become the chore master
Earned a chance to score after
Women don't respect a cold actor
That's an old chapter
Turn the page
Teenage years weren't all the same
Ups and downs like bipolar standing center stage
Fucking mental patient
With a deck of cards
Mixed and mastered
Like CMX
When the drama stopped
Thespians all around
Never knowing who would drown
Fuckers leaving, sporting frowns
Next day, high, like a kite for clowns
Fucking lights and sounds
Last day, we all sang
Queen's Rhapsody played all day
Tears flooded the entire stage
Enough for boats and ahoy matey
Closed painfully, was my heart
Unfulfilled with broken parts
Couldn't think to end without start
All I could do was play with cards
And start rapping
Spitting bars
Cart stacking
In parking lots
Car packing
With lots of scars
Apartment's lacking
No room for art
Now unemployed, with one dream
Once chance to start clean
Start rapping for a new beginning
Cards are stacked for new picking
To sum it up
And add to that
Subtract all that seems to crash
I've always had one thing that seemed to last
Magic Tricks, and backpacks
This path starting, 2 Decades long
My past gone
With my mask on
Continuing to pass off
My rap songs
Cuz I'm Always Strong