They dug the shade of his mop
They liked the way that he spoke
They flew him out of the sticks
And out him up in the smoke
They gave him chocolate and cheese
They told him he was the next
Young son to some young life
The way he spat at his mic
His lyrics couldn't be fresher
They said he'd be a superstar
If he could handle the pressure
After they put it to paper
And told him just a couple changes
But it's easy, can't you see?
That they won't ever let you be
They said his hair would be better
And that he wouldn't sound as harsh if he could tone it all back
They dressed him up in a craze
They said the kids would dig
If he looked like he came from the city
They listened back to his cut
But if he changed a couple lyrics
And all the ladies will sing it
When they get into the pit
But it's easy, can't you see?
That they won't ever let you be