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robert martz - the magic of storytelling lyrics

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[verse 1]

a young man felt hunger, he was under
lots of stress living in the 90s
he had four jobs and a wifey
he had married her under the church tree

looking for more, he had to make money
they realized that they had a kid who was a surprise, on its way fam’ly
they didn’t know how they’d provide
but they strapped themselves for the ride

their communist country was growing for worse
they didn’t know where to confide
but the man, one night he had dreamed
of america’s promise of freedom

it was god telling him to go but he and his wife were scared to believe him

[interlude]

so the baby boy was born

many seasons passed without meaning

the years bled like a pendulum swinging
until one fateful night

[verse 2]

the man driving out of the frontyard, wife on the passenger kid on the backseat
as they, were backing, out, +skirt+ gangs they pulled around the house

they told him, “get out the car, you and your family unless you want to bleed.”
the kid began to cry, wife was scared, they had some uzis. +shots+

but the man, he had to be strong, he grabbed his kid by the arm to give peace
they all get out the car. +door ajar+ the thug just told him to give up his money

the man hesitated twice, cause all he had worked was bout to be nothing

but the thug running out of patience
sn+tched the kid grabbed him by his temple, +gasp+
pointed the gun to his head and said
“pay or he gets this piece of lead”

the man immediately handed all of the cash
like “what would you do in his stead?
what would you do for your fam?
and what would you do for your friends though?”

that night the man understood the love that a father should have for his son bro
cause if he didn’t have money to pay
decided to stay in his criminal ways
and never had left to america friend
they’d surely have died by the hands of the gangs

a target of all the corruption
they wanted a knife to his neck. +schwing+
they hated the man for his hustle
they wanted him dead for his game

but that man, he wanted to leave everything behind that caused his family pain
he wanted his children to have
opportunity beyond the mass

cause if my dad had died that night and never took me to the west, you wouldn’t be hearing this tale
i would’ve become what i dread

[interlude]

+sample+

[verse 3]

and now that kid knows everything
he is the one you hear rapping this story
he know tragedy, he know love
he know heartbreak, he know work
he know fake religion
wisdom, knows foolishness and its systems
he knows that he knows nothing
but he knows that he lives with a purpose

for the night he meant to die
god delivered his family from evil
so how could i stay in the silence?
how could i leave the people?

how can i leave the role that god has given for me to deliver?
tell me how can i live with no sense of urgency and call to a mission?

this rapping thing is more than a game
you goofies can go and stay in your lane
cause when i meet my creator
i wanna say i fulfilled my days

[outro]

+sample+

[transition]

“they’re taking our jobs, taking our women, they’re ruining our economy. taco munching, poncho wearing, bean eating aliens. i want them gone.”

- robert martz lyrics

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