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Writer's Life feat. Jamiah Jordan (Prod. by Trackmasters)

from Writer's Life Mixtape by Doc Whisper

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Intro:
This is for all the lyricists, emcees, song writers, and poets who give their lives for their craft. As independent artists, we face more rejection than most people. But don't let fame and fortune dictate whether you keep writing or not. Just do it because you love it. Jamiah Jordan on the hook. Here's a day in the life of a writer.


Verse 1:
I’m still here, and sportin’ clean fades, I thank God,
I’m writing pages in a way that the complacent can’t dodge,
A homie lost his phone so I leave my 7 d’s,
Scribbled 714 in between parentheses,
Then drivin’ to a L.A. to spots where all are vagabonds,
Where smog won’t dissolve like the walls of Babylon,
I jotted half a song about the fame and the crooks,
Then take a look and press save after I came up with the hook,
I’m late for church on Skid Row, too bad I missed it,
Where hell is parallel and dwells in the fashion district,
It’s antagonistic, these chicks are scandalous as ever,
And they’re clever, never hold a gold digger’s hand forever,
See Cali’s weather might be sunny, but the soul’s dead,
No bread? Get treated like a junkie on the homestead,
A hole in the head, it ain’t the worst way to die,
It’s a person ate alive from when the hurt stays inside…


(Hook 2x)
Jamiah Jordan:
I grab my PEN sittin’ BY the LIGHT,
Turn the melody up as I deSCRIBE my fight,
Let my spirit FLY as I reCITE,
I feel aLIVE at night, this is a wriTER’S life…


Verse 2:
While cruisin’ past the bridge, the buildings are tall and massive,
I’m passin’ with city lights reflectin’ off my glasses,
On automatic I mash and start to drive out,
A night owl who winds down when I be on the 5 South,
So goodbye now, that’s what I tell Los Angelinos,
I’m headin’ back in steelo, free of hell like Captain EO,
I pop the moon roof and evade the speeding cars,
It’s okay to street park, I start to pray beneath the stars,
About an hour past, the powder’s down the hour glass,
In town, I found some hash browns, the chow devoured fast,
Then I bounce back to write ‘cause my lyrics are nocturnal,
I’m still and now I’m feelin’ the spirit of God circle,
My writtens all thorough, what’s the struggle of an artist?
When people call you garbage is the trouble and the hardship,
That’s why I make sure the quality is polished,
‘Cause all I really want would be my song to be acknowledged…

(Back to hook)

(Bridge 2x)
Jamiah Jordan:
I'm alive at night, I light the fire writing...

Doc Whisper:
It's in my veins, it pumps my arteries,
I have to write because it's just part of me...


Verse 3:
Compared to most MC’s writtens, mine are vocally descriptive,
I’m proud of how my rhyme style is noticeably different,
With dopamine that’s in it, I travel the hard road,
‘Cause I live to free the prisoner that’s trapped in bar codes,
I pick a homie up, it’s both of us against Satan,
Revelations, as we both discuss our temptations,
But my friend says, “Don’t let yourself get slow man”,
Before I drop him off to meet his 12 step program,
I peace out, the summer vapor is strong,
I bump my fav’rite songs, and mother nature responds,
I’m catchin’ the attention of a motor bike cop,
The cyclops tellin’ me to pull over the side walk,
He’s checkin’ for some evidence, upset and I don’t need this bull,
‘Cause he’s suspectin’ there’s some weapons in my vehicle,
But then I’m free to go, this cat is frownin’ and livid,
Because he only found some rap albums and lyrics,
Some people misjudge my outward appearance,
Instead of loud and clear, the dummies sound incoherent,
Around a peer of fellas who puff, I lose a point,
Gettin’ offered Buddha but avoid it, I refuse the joint,
It’s time to move the noise and spread what I spit,
I press a thousand copies, and I pray that it blesses whoever buys it,
The skies split, as birds drop then fly back,
As a sign from God that I’ve been on the right track…

(Back to hook)

(Bridge)

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from Writer's Life Mixtape, released January 10, 2014

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