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letters 2 my mic - jawad mecka lyrics

tell me a story
one without a plot
don’t tell me where it’s going
and please don’t ever stop

tell me a story
give it all you’ve got
start without knowing
and take it from the top

i said
tell me a story
one that doesn’t end
don’t know where you’re going
but don’t forget your pen

write me a story
every now and then
you don’t know where you’re going
but don’t forget your friend

you’re that friend that always listens
to anything i say
good or bad, ain’t a difference
i remember when we both first met
i guess we cl!cked in an instant
though it took time for me to really open up
my resistance didn’t last
cause you helped me think that i was gifted
see, everybody hears me at a distance
and you would be the one to bridge the gap
persistence
that’s the one thing i’ve learned
always try again till you have the right words
all of life’s twists and all of its turns
you know my concerns
all the questions that burn
those that go out and some that return
everything uncertain versus that which i am sure of
i know the answer’s sure to turn up

(please take me away)

give it all you got
(got, got)
don’t stop
(stop, stop)
oh, please tell me a story

even if the plot’s not fully all there
don’t care
i just really wanna hear your voice

you’ve got soul
oh, i know you do
please don’t say you don’t
you’ve got goals
well, they’re waiting for you
let me hear what you’ve wrote

you’re that friend that always stays
never change once we’re up on stage
oh, i pray that the day makes its way
so i could take you along
if we should stick to the script
i hear applause but i pause
it’s just my mind playing tricks
i’ve got a crowded mind state
a mosh pit filled with wits
a conscience yelling
telling me, “see, maybe you’re sick!”
i put my mind to the rhythm and it goes on a trip
i spit acid rather than flames
so no smoke screens but i’m making magic
all eyes on me
see the other rappers vanish
spread all the bread so the fam’s never famished
average never was an option
p-ssion: something i get lost in
writing is a gift
i wrap ever so often
and send to the ends of the earth
can’t call them
peace to the peeps that we’ve lost to a coffin