A Journey Songtext
von Journalist

Yeah, Journalists
Finally here y′all
Yo, before we get started
Let me borrow your minds for a minute

Let me take you on a journey for 'bout a minute and some change
And how this game done had me filled with bitterness and shame

Crazy, I done showed stress, wasn′t even old yet
Thought I was deep in the game but I barely had my toes wet
For real y'all, go with me, wasn't where I supposed to be
Settin′ the rest, the press, zoned out to flow with me
Stressed from all them nights that I spent under the lamp
Punchin′ the pad on my way to becomin' a champ
For the lack of a few Lincolns was confusin′ the thinkin'
So instead of movin′ the ink pen I pursued with the drinkin'
Belvedere and cranberry with a twist of the orange
Starin′ at the walls, prayin' for a bit of endurance


While these overnight rappers are thinkin' we neck and neck
But we never was neck and neck, they too eager to get a check
My vision was Russ Simmons bein′ the next record set
In the mirror gettin′ dressed in jeans and sweater vest
I had pains in my pancreas from every time I heard
That I'm on the vibe of Canibus, though I′m a big fan of his

We two different sandwiches, he's the illest alive
My will to survive is dealin′ with these gorillas inside
'Bout a year ago exactly, the systems almost had me
When the cops came to grab me was singin′ that song from Shaggy
(It wasn't me) Winded up happy that they failed to trap me
In that cell with them sky blue shirts and navy khakis

So instead of sittin' beside lifers
I left out of the courtroom with a smile as big as Mekhi Phifer′s
Anyway, I ain′t askin' you relate to these problems
These just things rappers go through when creatin′ these albums
So enjoy