Eli Youngblood - Bars and Bookstores

Uh, yeah, yeah

Listen, before you see it big, you gotta see life little
Sittin' on the roof and playin' on my fiddle
Through the drought and the storm, what the future warns?
Some come from the bottom, man, i'm comin' from the middle
They listen to my riddles back home
An age of poets but i'm the only spitter with a backbone
Like why you only throwin' your sticks when you have stones?
Hometown boy but i'm on the way to rome
I'm so close but so far
Openin' a closed door
Hoppin' on these planes then wonderin' where the hoes are
Finish homework then composin' like mozart
Spittin' for the boys, they reassurin' it's so hard
And yesterday, i woke up
Momma tellin' me i need to get all my goals up
I graduated last night, now gotta grow up
The hobby is a job so i gotta be

Settin' mics up in the bars and the bookstores
Will they listen to the symphony?
As i wrestle with my dignity
Will they have a little empathy?
While i'm singin' at the bars and the bookstores
Do you promise you'll be on your way?
Do you wanna hear beyond your taste?
Will you meet me in a common place?
Vilifyin' the ego
Art so cold, i'm always takin' the heat though
Told me i'm the shepherd but i gotta find the sheep though
Reap what i sow, my treats could get repoed
Ay, so i gotta make the seed grow
Ville to the borough, got me lookin' for the cheap shows
Hit the 4h up, wrote back with "we closed"
The road to the top so hard, like where the cheat codes?
But i'm on my way
And lately, everybody hoppin' on my wave
Through the trials and setbacks, the jet lag, and when i had to take back four tracks up off my tape
'cause my life moves in gyrations
Slide on a path of groves and striations
Never relaxed like when's the next track?
So the way la moves just screws with my patience
But i'd never fall back
From the days me and jefferson were tryna form tracks
Nowadays, i'm dependent, put the paper to the pen
But my label understand i'd never conform fast
'cause i was build for so much more
Than a slave for attention, stages, encores
Now i'm feelin' today, beyond bored
'cause i gave too much to not become lore

In the bars and the bookstores
Will they listen to the symphony?
As i wrestle with my dignity
Will they have a little empathy?
While i'm singin' at the bars and the bookstores
Do you promise you'll be on your way?
Do you wanna hear beyond your taste?
Will you meet me in a common place?