Forsaken Songtext
von Pegz

Yeah, yeah, dear brother, what a strange disposition
I relate to the rhymes on the pages you′ve written
Especially that line 'bout one of eight siblings
Hope you follow your dream and stay out of prison
A lot of kids wards of the state, slaves of the system
Letting emotions dictate how they′re living
And I know what you're saying 'bout making a difference
But it′s hard to change the fact entertainment′s a business
And the bullshit can test a cat's creative conviction
When all you got′s these words translating your vision
Don't be discouraged by the haters and critics
The pain′s another source of inspirational lyrics
Never say that I'm gifted, my dedication′s religious
I don't need to explain, every day is a privilege
A lot of good people have never made it to hear this
Dear brother, hope this letter raises your spirits


"Sometimes it makes no sense at all"
It don't make no sense, it don′t make none
Some catch a break and the rest are forsaken
It don′t make no sense, it don't make none
"Don′t make sense"

Dear sister, I got your burnt CD
And felt the urgency when I heard you speak
Especially that song called Earn Your Keep
Did you really have a sister that worked the street?
Yeah I know what you mean about words are cheap
But sometimes they cut deep like surgery
And I try to believe that we learn to breathe
But the truth hurts like the third degree
I get a lot of demos, but you're the first MC
To make three minutes feel like eternity
Wearing your heart on your sleeve with uncertainty
And there′s no one else I prefer to succeed
Hope you nurture the dream, murder the beat
And change every stereotype we learn to perceive
Dear sister, you're disturbing my sleep
Dear sister, we all got dirt on our feet


"Sometimes it makes no sense at all"
It don′t make no sense, it don't make none
Some catch a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don′t make none
"Don′t make sense"

This is dedicated to the next generation
From the school of hard knocks with the best education
Sorry 'bout the time it took to reply
Don′t ever think I forgot or pushed you aside
'Cause you can read my mind with a look in the eye
But I got no good advice a book couldn′t provide
Everybody's gotta survive, a crooked design
They couldn′t divide us with a butcher's knife
Ayy, I could've been another kid from the flats
Addicted to smack, no one was gonna give me a hand
Had to stand on my own two, stick to the plan
When shit hit the fan, like the pyramid bank
Had to recognise, realise, remember what it feels like
Unemployed on the dole, tryna keep the skills tight
Tryna keep the dream alive before the will dies
See you at the end of the line

"Sometimes it makes no sense at all"
It don′t make no sense, it don′t make none
Some catch a break and the rest are forsaken
It don't make no sense, it don′t make none