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| | Em | C |
| '81 was th | e year shit hit the fan in a m | ajor way |
| | G | D |
| a sa | d day for inspiring arti | sts |
| | Em | C |
| Almost 20 | years after the fact I | 'm still on my hustle |
| | G | D |
| Digg | in' graves for an inspiring ar | tist |
| | Em | C |
| And never | compromise the arts and | make a crowd clap |
| | G | D |
| Shit | on since the first show | |
| | Em | C |
| But we | turned feces to fertilizer | |
| | G | D |
| So when you diss | it's just food for the fl | owers to grow |
| | Em | C |
| Sold 15 | plus out of ba | ckpacks, no trunks |
| | Em | C | G | D |
| And th | e kids are upstate kids | that thought rap was p | ast tense, hence | the last name |
| | Em | C | G |
| Got na | me for playing basements and | such and making song | s that our friends |
| | Em | C |
| And w | hen the fish bowl got too small | to hold the goldfish |
| | G | D |
| We | filled our gills with water a | nd ripped that mother fucker like |
| | Em9 | A |
| And | in your dream it's time to do the best you c | an now |
| | Em7 |
| We bring our | selves down |
| | Bm7 | /F# |
| And build | our | selves up in disappointment |
| | Am7 |
| So fragile we | are, we just don't show it |
| | Em7 |
| We'll shake u | p this town |
| | Bm7 | F# |
| And shoot | down t | he stars for our enjoyment |
| | Am7 |
| So sexy we a | re, we just don't know it |
| | Em | C |
| Th | is is what you wanted right? | |
| | G | D |
| How many nights were spent pour | ing out your guts dummy? | |
| | Em | C |
| How many punishments end | ured for fucking up in school? | |
| | G | D |
| How many teachers proved wr | ong by writing songs instead? | |
| | Em | C |
| But you kn | ew you had a spark, did you? | |
| | G | D |
| Something producin' to the dr | eams your pop's dreams lent you | |
| | Em | C |
| Stay focused when noth | ing seemed to make sense | |
| | G | D |
| Stealing verses with that C | assius Clay confidence | |
| | Em | C |
| Sometimes you st | ubborn as shit, that's the McCoy | in you |
| | G | D |
| You learn to be a m | an without losing the bo | y in you |