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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Left
The Left
Performer
Erik Stephens
Erik Stephens
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Stephens
Erik Stephens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Apollo Brown
Apollo Brown
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo
I gotta do something, man
It's now or never
I'm either all the way right
Or I'm all the way left
Let me explain
[Verse 2]
I got one hand clutchin' the nine
The other is clutchin' the microphone
Tryna make a clear choice between the right and wrong
Tryna stay in the zone with the right mind frame
But I keep gettin' distracted, my whole life's changed
I done went from bein' the best at it
To bein' the last to even get mentioned, it's pure madness
I can go to the lab and be productive
I throw my hands up at the world and say fuck it
The rap game, hate it, hip hop, I love it
Fightin' to stay sober or to abuse the substance
My temperature's high, spontaneous combustion
Leaves me to spit this lava in each discussion
So it's a must that I continue to struggle
Or hide behind my weakness, knowin' I got the muscle
To move mountains of trial within my pathway
So I say Bismillah, you cowards make way
[Verse 3]
I gotta make a move
Don't step to me, homie, I'm bad news
Walk off with you battered and bruised
I gotta make a move
'Cause now I gots nothing to lose
You would never wanna walk in my shoes
I gotta make a move
Steady facin' the inner city blues
As I try to make a step to improve
I gotta make a move
While you got your clock on snooze
I'm up early, gettin' paid my dues
I gotta make a move
[Verse 4]
I'm livin' in Hell, strugglin' to get to Heaven
As I fight this urge to use a Smith & Wesson
It's a toss up as I'm searchin' for guidance
Do I follow my demons or take the path to be righteous?
How do I fight this? Meaning, how do I write this?
Lyrical prescription leading the cure to sickness
Listen as I spit this, choices gotta be made
Before I find myself in a rage, throwin' grenades
Low and cockin' the gauge, fiendin' to hit the stage
Just in case I need to avoid my temperous phase
Runnin' from my own inner power like Bruce Banner
But tired of bein' oppressed and murdered by these gaffers
This life is a test, gin is what I'm after
So I'm steady writin' for freedom in every chapter
And every line I design, I clear a pathway
So I say Bismillah, you cowards make way
[Verse 5]
I gotta make a move
Don't step to me, homie, I'm bad news
Walk off with you battered and bruised
I gotta make a move
'Cause now I gots nothing to lose
You would never wanna walk in my shoes
I gotta make a move
Steady facin' the inner city blues
As I try to make a step to improve
I gotta make a move
While you got your clock on snooze
I'm up early, gettin' paid my dues
I gotta make a move
Written by: Erik Stephens
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