My Story - Kero One

And it’s like that I’m telling ya

That’s the way it went down, down down

And it’s like that I’m telling ya yo the truth is out my story is found

And it’s like that I’m telling ya

That’s the way it went down, down down

And it’s like that I’m telling ya, yo the truth is out

My story is found.

It’s way past my curfew in an emcee circle

Rhyme dispersal, the ones without rehearsal

And if Pop’s found me, I’d get smacked hard

By that tree branch from my own backyard

Cause it was all about textbooks and grades with A’s

Something hard to juggle as a hiphop slave

Skating on pave, or lounging after school with my crew

Writing tags on the bus, or finding ways to rock a shoe

Paying dues no return no concern back then

Like fat kids in lunch lines at shows packed in

For rhyme battles with ill punch lines at crunch time

By unknown emcees thinking why aren’t they signed?

Then I’d pick up a pen and express

Rhymes were nonsense but nonetheless were off my chest

While some thought I should stop wasting my breath

Dent on confidence I put my pen to rest

So what’s left but getting high every day

Rolling blunts with vegas, smoking profit away

Cypress Hill on play singing stoned is the way…

Singing stoned is the way…

And with mad smoke came the need for entertainment

But Hiphop radio was now playing some strange hits

Clubs gettin' closed, cause money was tight

Folks would rather find some ass.

than that hiphop trash

And can I blame em?

I’m sayin', things were rock bottom

With exceptions of few, my head was rarely nodding

So I got in a zone and blew the dust off my notepad

Arm wrestled with words, struggled with vocab

Then wrote, slowly steadily something something

If lyrics were harsh the beats had to be bumping

No frontin', right off the bat some turned their backs

But many felt the same which put my name on the map

And brought me down my coast, Japan and back

Mad support from locals cats, like homies at Stacks

With blunts burnt out at the end of its road

Blazing trails on a spiritual path, with new goals

And that’s how it went how the plot unfolds

They asked about the story so let it be told

Singing one for free cans and two for mean streaks

That’s the very track that put my past in the streets

Deejays copped doubles to juggle the beats

Using language that managed to let their hands speak

To peeps that showed love but not all felt this rhyme sayer

Non believers, killing vibes like Cal Tjader

Cause of my race or the way I appeared

But still I ran the race when placed to the rear

Imagine a gook, a youth jumped by truth

Kicked out spots at age five cause eyes looked glued

Mentally struck, forget peaches and cream and such

But it built my biceps and today I lift up

Jotting down facts and pouring out my soul in these raps

Fingers crossed, till herds are left with words that last

And beats that make dancers put soul in their movements

Wreckin' shop from the bay, La back to Brooklyn

Kids scratch temples, scientists bite fists

Kero’s on the scene shining light through mist

Cause if I’m not fueling the flame I’m like a puppet

My mouth might move but I ain’t sayin' nothing

So stay tuned to see how this ends

Sayin' peace, sincerely yours, till we meet again

Sayin' peace.

till we meet again

Sayin' peace…