Bonanza

"... A lotta suckas always front that we made it by luck...
 live from out a silent town where talent abounds
 the area where pavement covers sacred burial grounds
 sound off two for those who came first and laid the work
 laborers and mercenaries mining diamonds out the pay dirt
 worth inequitable, yet to get what's deserved
 for official recognition i press to spread the word
 act like you ain't heard we on the verge of a breakthrough
 youth crammin' the gate sayin' 'i just can't wait'
 it takes a dreamer type to keep the hope alive but don't shut those eyes
 it's cut-throat comin' from both sides
 and when the gun smoke rise, only one'll survive
 'not two, not three, not four, not five'
 six years on the grind here, take it if they give me ten
 principally paid dues, who's seein' dividends
 where the kid begin? around the City of Cin
 another sea-sickened immigrant attempts to fit in
 i seen your citizens around, shower praise on a duck
 bust the bass-pound speakers, sets played in my truck
 a pot struck under the rainbow, the stage i touched
 'a lotta suckas always front that we made it by luck'
 never left fortune to chance, nah i took a second job
 just to finance the pressing of a respectable effort
 I've come to terms with the significance of Live & Learn
 kid'll get his turn only after they listen and spurn
 so necessarily my resolve was tested, told 'em
 I'll be back in a second to wreck it with a better record
 a set objective I said it how I knew best
 rooted in the east movin' due west, of the etiquette clueless, uh
 I bid adieu, do i say 'bon jour?' how long you be gone for?
 maybe forever on this award tour
 playin' for none, can i do one more? prayin' for an encore
 bangin' on a drum at the contour
 the long shot, survival at sea - got to paddle
 paychecks for prize money at the beatbox battle
 big up's to VERA, my debt forever paid in fine art
 one of the biggest reasons we fuckin' with dave meinert
 service to my constituents, a purpose in fuzed
 word to love, son - we got a lotta work to do
 real recognize and appreciate real, but
 'a lotta suckas always front that we made it by luck'
 aint nothin' foreign to the formula, you reap what you sew
 spent these summers on the come-up, you just seein' us blow
 some conditions are beyond control - nevermind that
 the difference in victory and failure is where your mind's at
 wild speculation on the state of the section
 some missin' the bigger picture while they're posin' the question
 it's the answer I've been trynna pass along to the amateur
 while they stand around and wait for the bonanza."