I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game,
Sadly I was tipsy off the Henny at the time frame,
Words kinda slurred so the lesson was never learned,
It was something about grace and how blessings ain’t never earned,
I been stressing but let it burn, Pssh, I don’t even smoke,
Got the presidential Roley on and I don’t even vote,
I’m just playing with you, I don’t even joke,
Need the paper in my pocket cause I gotta feed the folks,
And it gotta be the quotes, keep em’ coming back for seconds,
I reckon they be impressed with how I’m flexing on a record,
Back in May of 2012, I got a check and I invested,
In myself instead of frivolous things and getting diamond chains,
5th water bending while these other n***** riding waves,
Swear it’s like they trapped inside a twisted game of Simon Says,
It’s tougher doing it different but we gon’ find a way,
Let me put it simple to hip you to what I’m trying to say.
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the jersey,
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the (one more time),
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the jersey,
Surely you gon’ run into them both upon your journey,
Those who fan your flames and those who wanna watch the burning.
Cant’ keep chasing pleasure seeking happiness…..
Sadly this fascination with surface kill your purpose,
Hurting and feeling worthless trying to heal it with a purchase,
That ain’t the way it go, that ain’t what time it is,
Superstars hiding a frightened kid behind the lens,
I choose truth, rhymes oozing out my sinuses,
Mind, heart, and courage find the wiz but I’m just trying to live,
Too many people want a check but they don’t want to work,
Too many people want respect but ain’t a 100 first,
Yea, you want it bad but somebody out there wants it worse,
How you say you’re looking for love but you ain’t begun your search,
You can live your wildest dreams behind computer screens,
Boostin’ up your stats and fake your wealth but can’t escape yourself,
Then throw the jersey on, some just wanna look the part,
Time for y’all to chill, boy, I do this stuff for real.
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the jersey,
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the (one more time),
Everybody’s equal, not everybody’s worthy,
Some are here for real and some just wanna wear the jersey,
Surely you gon’ run into them both upon your journey,
Those who fan your flames and those who wanna watch the burning.
From recording karaoke machine mixtapes with his older brother, to independently releasing nine solo albums of original
material, 5th Child has evolved into one of the South’s most groundbreaking hip-hop artists. Hailing from Jackson, MS, 5th Child blends southern bravado with thought-provoking and soulful lyrics, & gives listeners mesmerizing rhythms to rock to and grow from at the same time....more