Let Me Explain

A young cat plan to wasted to get the paper then blow
 Thinking that this rap game'll give him fame and some dough
 Frustrated with his job cause the wagers are low
 He's out for stardom, nice clothes and chains that glow
 He started out with writing some conscious lyrics in his raps
 Innocent kid who never slumped pistols and gats
 Whoever got arrested for committing felony acts
 Going to school, staying disciplined and attached
 From the streets where salesmen stay flipping them packs
 But day and night he let his ink leak on the page
 Imagining recieving praise while emceeing on stage
 And as the years creep in, his dreams seem to fade
 Confused cause he ain't got a record deal at this age
 Now he's considering illegitimate schemes to get paid
 So we can move out the hood and leave somewhere a seed could be raised
 Whoever thought being an emcee would be this stressful
 Record companies always seem to reject his demo
 Saying he ain't commercial enough to be succesful
 His only option now is settling in the ghetto
 Or make records about materials and packing metal
 Which isn't really his personality type to M.O
 But might land him a deal with a roalie and a beazel
 So how you gon' react when stardom begins to tempt you?
 Stay true to self or compromise with the devil?
 You got the glamour, the glitz, the fortune and fame
 But was it worth the sacrifice for the portion you gained?
 You live the high life, and now it's taking a toll
 But that's the price you got to pay for forsaking your soul
 But wait a second, give me time to explain
 Women and fast cars and diamond rings could poison a rap star
 But wait a second, give me time to explain
 Women and fast cars and diamond rings could poison a rap star
 So the decision was made and now you sealed your faith
 Only concerned with going platinum and the mills you make
 You chose the path, but it was out of pure desperation
 Thinking you might get rid of all the stress that you were facing
 But as a result the pressure is only escalating
 You used to drop jewels in your rhymes, educating
 Now the image of a thug is what your pen is portraying
 So you could get some royalty checks while your record is playing
 You a little too obsessed with the attention you gaining
 And maybe getting money is why your perception is changing
 Plus your friends are saying you're living foul and reckless
 Sleeping with groupie chicks who always surround your presence
 Your girl found out and now she's moving out your residence
 Took your child, split your bank accounts and investments
 People that you call your friends got foul intentions
 They only stick around when they see you counting presidents
 But you don't care, you're just enjoying your success at this
 Living out the dream you write about in your sentences
 A little fame and you haven't been the same ever since
 But now your whole music career is losing relevance
 Forcing you to wake up and come back to your senses
 Got you looking back thinking how much you regretted this shit
 You came from the bottom and you travelled far
 Only to see the fast life could poison a rap star