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(Verse) Yo, Truman Capone, committed socialite Suicide, publishing chapters of answered prayers He tied his pals to the tracks and wrote about their uglies Deformities and affairs They appeared clean shaven of their beards And Truman let them hang, ironic His only defense was: I’m a writer, what did they expect? Another sick closer to his death My daddy was depressed when my mama died He couldn’t take a step without falling I helped him back on his moccasins and often cried Fuck, I felt betrayed when my father died Fuck, he needed her like I needed you Fuck, I needed you like you needed booze Fuck, no loaded gun nor a swinging noose Committed slow suicide sippin juice Depression and drugs, depression and drugs The nereth medic sent me to a therapist One year on a sofa, reliving the drama The death of my parents, my sister drama Then doctor Shields gave me Adavan And I started feeling like I could stand again And standing made me wanna rap again Two records deep I was Jones College radio once, Juno nominations Letras de cancionesPolaris long list, much music rotation Critical acclaim, blogs and articles With not one dollar in my motherfuckin pocket Often told me you’re only one hit away But I feel like I’ve had about 5 Radio chose not to bite It wasn’t meant to be but being slept on made no fuckin sense to me I hear them say: if I reach one person That’s worth more than a million in my safe I respond shut the fuck up with your fairytale bullshit Rich people say but I took it back when I saw a photo on Facebook Of a fan with my lyric tatted on his skin I was speechless, that’s forever I may feel alone but I’m always with him They tell me I helped him out the hell hole And kept the blade from the wrist vein When all I did was write a song in my basement apartment Tryna kill the pain (Jones) Maybe I’ll never have a number one record Maybe I’ll never make the cover of Exclaim Maybe I’ll never rock a soldout massy hall in front of you Screaming my name Maybe I’ll never rap in Paris London, England, New York or Japan Then again maybe I will If I live to see tomorrow Today I said in the New Jersey dinner With all of you eating onion rings Listening to a song on the jukebox Don’t stop believing From Letras Mania