A song about a man thats feelin low and wonderin if anyone would care... I got no clue who the beat maker is but its dope beat a friend sent me threw msn.
Mantic aka Oc tha mc, a one man, hip hop artst, waiting to do collabs with some cats.
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hey whats up this is Oc Tha Mc aka Mantic. Droppin some stuff down for those hip hop audio peeps out there. Im droppin collabs and soon to work on a few tracks of my own. Hit my shit up ya, youll enjoy.
Story behind the song
i was board and wanted to drop somthing different. Made this off an inspirational track i didnt do witha friend collab so i just made an expend idea and came out with this track.
Lyrics
would you care if i was left out cryin... dyin
would you care if i had nuthing else but dyin time
would you care if i took out all my anger... fightin
would you care if i was nuthing else but memories of mine
may paths, many roads loads of haters cross,
should i care for a loss, or make my life a cause,
just drop and leave, nuthing else to belive,
i cant proceed, when im not even a loughin need,
im streetched out of my own league, a restless soul,
bold and cold, left in the nite to rot and never to show,
my anxiety suffers with a thought of an end,
leanin on my hand, with no power to walk or stand,
yet i know who i am.. why let myself go,
thats left to show that im original,
i try not to be a shame but people keep pushing,
and usin the clues in my poems, the wrong power abusin,
gotta keep tring and gotta keep fighting,
this life of mine is dyin and survivin i aint tring,
but im a soldier with force a little pride left,
my own suspect of a crime thats up--in-set,
would you care if i was left out cryin... dyin
would you care if i had nuthing else but dyin time
would you care if i took out all my anger... fightin
would you care if i was nuthing else but memories of mine
leanin back with many thoughts in my mind,
i stop and find, the many roads that are lyin,
im tring, fightin a way to expulse myself from all,
to keep myself from this fall, answerin my own call,
so i pick up my life line and set it to mobile,
how can i let myself get in so much trouble,
i must take all the stress, use it before i rest,
ignoring all the rest, eatin my heart from my own chest,
the possiblitys jump from a sudden rush of need,
i gotta proceed before i let myself lie and bleed,
everyone says i have everything, but what i want i cant have,
so i kill and feel the anger stored its not even sad
so im hittin this mic like a punching bag
killin my every esence to servive this life of mine
lifting myself with pleasure couse im destine to shine
and thats the life of mine..
would you care if i was left out cryin... dyin
would you care if i had nuthing else but dyin time
would you care if i took out all my anger... fightin
would you care if i was nuthing else but memories of mine
