american taboo Video (MV)

Just rock with me now
Yea
Rock with me now
Rock with me, rock with me, rock with me
If you, could
Just walk with me now
Walk with me, walk with me, walk with me
It's all, good
Just rock with me now

Until we meet again
Let's go

Random thinking on the side of my grass yard
I keep my lost love in a glass jar
So I can reminisce on a past scar
Tracy Chapman, you got a fast car
My pop, got this passion for nascar and
It was the passion for the craft that I admire most
It kept his fire stoked
He hit the gear with the clutchy
And in a miracle minute you'd see them tires smoke
So now I'm always on the gas
Because he did what he had to
He didn't do grad school
Just got it out the mud
The american taboo
So you know for me
Baby imma keep striving for blue ribbons
Like the, motherf*cking side of a pabst blue
You wanna know wins man
You wanna be in man
You gotta know emptiness
Shit you gotta know tin cans
These words are worth big bands
So I never stand still
They made you a king, but didn't say of an anthill
The weight of the anvil
I'm feeling it pin me
I'm noticing shades of jadedness
That pain I'm paying with
But this rain is sorta washing my sins free
I wasn't dealt the lohan
This not about lindsay
But aye where I come from
It's not about artwork
It's more about yard work
Or more about hard work
So when I say that my career is catering to the ear
They don't understand I followed my heart first
But how does a star burst
How do you break through
When really you lose touch
The more that you play cool
They sent me to break packs
Baby let's play pool
I'm cleaning like ajax
Until I meet Jesus
You know that I'll pay dues
Yea

In a world where we do what we have to
The american taboo
Now wait a minute
I keep it short for y'all
But this time I ain't finished

I had people tell me I'm the greatest rapper that they've witnessed
I ain't saying that for ego
I'm just saying I can't quit this
To a fam that didn't understand I miss the family business
When you gifted with a gift to hang it up is just a gimmick
Then you wake up and you hate yourself
And often times debate yourself
Like maybe I should quit my job and try to recreate myself
I'm glad my pap had got to show the world his talent
Cause he made a way and paved the way
And ain't say shit about it

So the stairs is where I dare to go
A road of woes I barely know
To capture what I'm after
Or disaster in the stereo
How bout a welcome to the chapter where the air is lonely
To take the path to be the master of the ceremony
Let's go

Your smile
So bright
And we, hold tight

Give me something litty though