RUFUS HIGGSFIELD TRUE FAME

they love you more when the lights go out for good listen working double shifts pops never came back i was scribbling rhymes on the back of the bills while the block was on fire and the young ones got killed hustle from the cradle same clothes for a week so dreams in the dark so my people could eat now the magazines want pictures the labels want deals but the same ones that hate it still question my skills i spit for the corners the projects the pain they only clap loud when the casket's in frame play my records loud no time to relax money in the mattress paranoia in the mind every handshake feels like a setup design they want the next verse the next hit the next high but nobody checks if a real one is still alive i told them the truth from today never lie still they wait for the obituary before they decide i'm a king in the streets but a ghost in the press they'll build me a statue once i'm laid to rest true fame will come they'll play my records loud cars lined up same faces that doubted now filling the cup he was a genius he was the one words they never said why the blood still run i already know how the story gonna end living too real for the world to pretend so i keep pushing hard keep stacking the bread it's true fame will come when i am dead brooklyn forever the name never fades even when the body's gone the voice still plays