LYRICS :
[Verse : 1Brodha V]
The first time I ever wrote a rhyme people laughed
My friends called me impetuous and a little brash
Local rockers were dissing cause I was spittin raps
My father said its a fantasy, it would never last
I couldn't stop, giving up was irrational
Was skipping meals to save up and build a capital
Discriminated by fiends for bein broke
Subject to jokes, I was in need of neat clothes
Life was provocative, opposite of how it is not
For those who contradict to seek solace in God
Like I was targetted, with some chronic hate
Pretended I'm fine, while everybody walked away
My first ever gig and nobody was there to support me
But for my brother Smokey and his homie who barely had known me
I went ahead and eventually ripped the mic
Ended up making a 100 fans in a single night, now
[Hook]X2
I'm On My Own
And till this day, I never gave up
I'm On My Own
[Verse : 1Brodha V]
The first time I ever wrote a rhyme people laughed
My friends called me impetuous and a little brash
Local rockers were dissing cause I was spittin raps
My father said its a fantasy, it would never last
I couldn't stop, giving up was irrational
Was skipping meals to save up and build a capital
Discriminated by fiends for bein broke
Subject to jokes, I was in need of neat clothes
Life was provocative, opposite of how it is not
For those who contradict to seek solace in God
Like I was targetted, with some chronic hate
Pretended I'm fine, while everybody walked away
My first ever gig and nobody was there to support me
But for my brother Smokey and his homie who barely had known me
I went ahead and eventually ripped the mic
Ended up making a 100 fans in a single night, now
[Hook]X2
I'm On My Own
And till this day, I never gave up
I'm On My Own
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