[Verse 1]
I've been obsessed with words ever since I was a little buck
Always picking up pens and pencils to scribble stuff
It helps to represent the inner of me
With or without the literacy, I'm still living the dream
Fascinated with letters and trying to make ‘em unnatural shaped art
Our hands would spray at the train yard
Under bridges and alley way walls
Another business defaced in a conspicuous way
When I was under 18 I had nothing to lose
Give the graffiti task force something to do
Cover the huge-a** graff pieces thrown up by my crew
When I get a head full of letters, I'm cutting them loose
Some think that it would be a gift
A gift divinely bestowed to those that get in line
Wait and wait and wait and get denied
Unhappy, they don't realize Letterhead is not a gift
It's a vice
(Interlude)
[Verse 2]
I select a rhythm, and if what I say gets a listen
Then no matter what, the things I said I'm livin' despite of your skepticism
In the amount of measures written
I could quit, I could curve it
It's just addiction, I use it instead of stickin' it all in veins
I become obsessed, awake all night
And forget it when I wake up the next day alive
It brought me back to my essence, like Christmas time
Only getting drawing pads as my presents
Mom how the hell you think I'd turn out?
Burned out at age thirty lookin' for jobs living at your house
I know you don't see me like that
But I'm just a junkie
With a price tag, despite that image of me
I'm never giving up or getting dusty
That pot of gold in the distance must mean I'm getting lucky
With headie letters whether in a group or solo user
That beat pumps by blood with mojo boosters
I'm a Letterhead