It Was Written - Nah

[Spired]

[Verse 1]
Now I ain't no gangsta man
Nerdy style, this is how I'm gonna slang ya brain
Been a weapon in the hand of many mad thugs
They say I'm more dangerous than guns with mad slugs
I'm slim, people call me B.I.C.
I was a bro who used to roll with B.I.G.
My current partners are a pad and a diary
I also have some kids who live in a library
They have my blood, and my blood is the ink
Mixed with some sweat, so I'll work when ya think
Write books for novels reading, tales for the kids and
Poems for the bi***es, presidential speech and
Knowledge kicking of all the college quitting
Freestyle pre-written, multiple rhymes spitting
Fellow rappers dissing, controversial beefing
So ill, I hope that ya'll feel me

[Hook]
Feel like everybody forgets me
Wanna shine but the world doesn't let me
Feel like the Lord doesn't bless me
So the devil started to get me

[Verse 2]
He picked me up, spinned me, and started to jot
A young emcee with a heart full of art
Plotting his thoughts, nodded his head when the beat dropped
I bleed on the paper, and it's Hip Hop
He said something like "F*** entertainment,
I rap for my own cuz I love independence
They clubbing and hanging, hustling and banging,
Drugging them fans and lusting for fame
Now this is not a game, this is not a job
I ain't gonna get signed but I'll never stop..."
Blah blah blah... tryin to get his point across
Made another tape while he knew that it would flop
He talked to Mr. Mike so I sit back and listened
The radio whispered "Yo, this is different"
His voice had an accent, flowed with a passion
We vibed to the song and told the kid to keep on rapping

[Hook]
Feel like everybody forgets me
Wanna shine but the world doesn't let me
Feel like the Lord doesn't bless me
So the devil started to get me

[Verse 3]
He would lie to the world, but I knew he never lied to me
Story of a misfit, written in a diary
Growing up in a dysfunctional family
Show no love, ain't no trust, feeling empty
Found his 2nd family, a new chapter
With the bball team and a few rappers
Found his laughter, talked with a swagger
Walked with a swagger, fought with a dagger
Skipping class, living fast, getting older
The cold world he living in was getting colder
Got his own girl, she gave him a baby
But daddy's gotta work, so he's been absent daily
Mom couldn't save him, he hating his family
Got no love, ain't no trust, feeling empty
Raised by the street, started a new chapter
Full of disaster, coming soon after

[Hook]
Feel like everybody forgets me
Wanna shine but the world doesn't let me
Feel like the Lord doesn't bless me
So the devil started to get me