Calling my name

Tsh, this shit is crazy man, ya know? I'm on a number one independent rap label in the world, you think a nigg' would be sitting at the top of that motha fucka you know what im saying? all the fans that i applicate man, i dont feel like i get in back in the album sales, you know what I'm saying. "Kutt Calhoun we love you" , "Kutt Calhoun you the shit." i aint seeing it, you know what im saying man , so i composed this song right here man. just to let you know how i feel. this is the only thing i got from me man. if you dont buy these records, i dont eat, my kids dont eat, you know?

(Verse 1)

Is this what this shit is all about can someone tell me,

Why these blood, sweat and tears, years I give seem so unhealthy,

Like seeing the beast unmasked for the first time so unveiling,

Yet its heartful, it went from thoughtful, to feeling heartbroke and so its melan (melancholy)

Thinking about being on the stage with them nigga's

Sweating giving you whatever you paid for them tickets,

No it is not another act today that just give it,

To you like in the way we do makes it exquisite,

Making this hittits, taking this trippits, goin' on the internet and facing this critics,

Saying "his sickic" is great to hear, but all the compliments it aint paying me shitic,

Its like this music thing is my drug habit and your making me kick it,

But on the other hand me having to go without it would make me get sinic?,

Gather you to prevent that all it would take is a little bit of basic incentive,

Cause i dont think know that without your support a career would flaking and finish,

So take a quick minute, put your whole damn face in this business,

See what i go through on a daily when numbers dont add up and take a quick visit,

Though the mind where patience is given', find the grave and pray for this nigg'

Got my whole life written in pencil and all your doing is erasing this livin'

(Hook) (Barbara Word)

Said i don't hear, don't hear you calling my name

Said i don't hear, don't hear you calling my name

With everyone in the world to see in me and i don't know who's to blame,

Cause i don't hear, don't hear you calling my name,

(Verse 2)

If i just happen to stop it would be catastrophic,

But since it matter of topic, lets get back to options,

I could just get a job and get right back to dockin', move in a wack apartment

and confine myself into a one room shack is hardly,

What can happen? I wouldn't make enough to provide for the family without the rappin'

But your asumin' that we get paid good, cause we keep touring, but in actuality,

You dont know about this game, nigg' you dont know about this rain,

You dont know about the 6 kids that i have to feed nigg' when the stomach got pains,

Its so insane, cause i'm making a hit they come and takin, it all away, and before i consolidate,

Nothing to salvage, from hearing my daughter say, "there goes the gifts for the holidays"

But we all OK

Is what i hear, when i know its just words of comfort,

Is what i fear, if i own nothing else i know one thing,

If you don't buy records, i don't eat, If i don't eat, then its time to go and count on streets,

If i don't leave, my 7 to a jail house cell then my destiny is 6 feet hollow deep,

And thats all i need, A Rest In Piece for poor old me,

I'm hearing that everybody love me, boy you got a real good way of showing me,

(Hook) (Barbara Word)

(Verse 3)

If i could go back to when all of this happened and start when rappin was innocent,

Where nigg' was happy you did it a rally for love when streets were replenishin'

But those are my sentiments, now the shit is so menacin', venom in many men,

Give them an in, and they would go in your window, and load right up under your nose,

In a minute man,

How can i get it back, Im too addicted with, signing this autographs, taking this pictures with,

People i never knew, Its in my ligaments, Im just compelled to do, whats in my spirit when,

everything is genuine, hand me that sliver pen, I get strait with you, right after this gentlemen,

Tired as fuck, but i'm full of adrenaline, cause i just dont know, when i can do it again,

Fresh off the stage, after giving you energy, best show you ever seen, everyone witnessed it,

Im so committed, Its highly ridiculous, Song after song at 310%,

Mingle with kids on the floor, right before we go on, and so they know i'm official

Keep it real but it aint increasing the sales, It feels like im a new lyricist

And this aint no Tech N9ne flow, how many Kutt Calhoun's Tech N9ne knows,

Tech my bro, and be the the first to nigg' that will tell motha fucka's "betta check my growth"

So unless i croak, I aint never gonna rest my throat,

And when i depend, on the likes of men, cause god gon bless my soul

(Hook) (Barbara Word)