Rohen Tirado
From picking up old classics at the Record Store
Give me thirty seconds, and I’ll craft a melody,
Music is all I have; I grew up with nothing more.
My mind swings wide open, an unlocked door.
Next album, Donuts, may be my last legacy.
From picking up old classics at the record store,
Detroit was my first love, I still explore
I chose creativity while serving a penalty,
Music is all I have; I grew up with nothing more.
Immune system failing, still looking through drawers
Each spinning record births a new pedigree,
From picking up old classics at the Record Store.
When the Harlem streets had us filled with hunger and gore,
My crew is saying “keep ya head up” heavily.
Music is all I have; I grew up with nothing more.
God let me create, sick like never before;
It's up to the youth to do the rest, true destiny.
From picking up old classics at the Record Store,
Music is all I have; I grew up with nothing more.
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