Story Behind The Song

As an artist I found that there are many areas of the music industry that are not readily available to educate yourself with to stay current in the game. Through trial and error I have endured the negative people who give you false information and salt your game simply out of hater-a-tion.

Song Description

Every artist steps into the music game with a positive outlook and along the way many many people will try to distract you and feed you negative vibes about your talents and dreams. This song is a motivational inner speak that is said to keep us informed of our goals and that they can be accomplished as long as you are determined and stay focus. Along the way there will be haters and fillabusters aimed at holding you down.

Lyrics

The Game is Free

Picture me inside a perfect world stuck in the gutter
Put aside my pride and hit the streets I gotta make me some butter
See I done jack a few trades, mastered 'em all
I set these suckers up like dominoes, I'm watching 'em fall
Seen 'em bottle neck the club and bum rush the doe
I got 'em rubbernecking line trying to wind on my flow
A little bird in the nieborhood told me to watch it
Said the haters in my area is after my pocket
But I got mad skills, I'm so nice, I smoke like 'em dry ice
I got soldiers all over the world, like dots on dice

HOOK
If this world don't get me then I'm going to the top
And if these haters don't slom me down I'm never go stop
Gotta walk gotta talk like I want it cause you see
Nobody owes me nothing but the game is free
I gotta walk gotta talk like I want it cause you see
Nobody owes me nothing but the game is free

Once again I'm checking pockets as you come through the doe
Go be no metal clapping at my show, just to let you know
Once again it ain't no getting out, boy you better watch ya mouth
I done told ya from the state of the magnolia
Where its way more then pigs in the pen
And its way more then butter beans and corn growing tall for my dogs
Southern living cause I'm countrified
I drank that Hen and burn the herb cause I'm hellafied
so come on
I push them buttons on them suckers like they decks in the lab
I got 'em ducking and dodging like its Ali's jabs
Never seen a chicken fly, I heard that they can talk
Got 'em pimping through the yard drumsticking while they walk
but our birds flock together you can best believe
I got 'em chicken hawkin hater out here waiting on me

HOOK

Behind the power curb, in many ways
Trying to keep my head in one direction steady counting the days
See I know that I can make it but it's gonna be rough
Go be some days I got a little bit but don't got enough
I hate to say it but I'm slipping could this be my faith
A broken home an empty table with no food on my plate
I bow my head thank the lord for what he's given me'
And through the trials and tribulations still allow me to breath
I take each day with a grain of salt and hustle my bread and butter
Dealing me bad hands steady wishing for others
If this world don't get me I'm going to the top
And if these haters don't slow me down I'm never go stop
Gotta walk gotta talk like I want it cause you see
Nobody owes me nothing but the game is free