Thomas Prime - Trapped lyrics

[Verse 1] Married to the music They say that I should get a divorce I say you should consider the source I came in the game, no favors or cosigns Still they say the jury's out on if I can hold mine Call it creative, call me unpredictable Call me when you need something original to listen to Call me Random then overstand what I be on Running the table, like Bubba Ray and D-Von Went from unprofessional to playing every festival Now it's acceptable to put him on a pedestal I rep it, so print it, said it and meant it Arguing with you fools is like the special olympics My methodology makes hypocrisy bother me Blame it on astrology, its real cause its gotta be And when its all done lend a hand and I'll help ya Keep my dogs fed like an animal shelter Philly to Phoenix to London Town Dove in the mainstream still wound up underground I never ran on E, I'm standoffish Cause I ain't lettin' yall cats stand on me Family, foremost and first Take it vain (vein) cause it's supposed to hurt... Industry rule 4081 Your own homies probably gonna be the shady ones I tell ya.. [Hook] I'm trapped trying to find a path Pain so deep but I just gotta laugh Stopped teaching but still ain't outta cla** I ain't working hard enough if you gotta ask... [Verse 2] Speaking in a solemn voice Pa**ive in his motions, he ain't got a choice Without hesitance he greets his fears When light turns to dark, its too deep for tears Obedient to the light that shone in his soul Closes his eyes, his story is told Unforgettable just for doing what they'd never do It's only the beginning, just imagine us at level 2 A Student, my momma wasn't satisfied Gotta make it off the block, gotta beat the sabotage Labels only holding him back Dreaming of headlining But having more fun as opening acts Hitting the stage at quarter to 2 on a work night Fatigued but still pleased as long as the purse right I remember playing gigs for the love of it Spending profits on CDs pocketing none of it Animosity, wanna quit and just can't Fighting for a union; Ulysses S. Grant Hold on to the moment, you could lose it in a second The movement is progressing and the music is the weapon Doomed in a depression Refuse to see the blessing Till they look up at the light Consumed in the lumincescence Ace of spades, make a wack player fold Probably won't win no awards I refuse to play a role..