This is my third rap, which I just got around to filming earlier this summer. I used a beat I found on Youtube made by Lion and Prime. The inspirations are the poems of Catullus, the Streets’ When You Wasn’t Famous, Alanis Morissette’s You Oughta Know, and my own experiences. I hope you enjoy it; I’m confident I’ve never met whomever you assume it’s about!
I recall that when we all would get in a fight
You’d hiss when pissed that I couldn’t rap or write.
But goading me you now will see is truth in all its might.
I feel like exploding, and I stay awake at night.
So face the facts, my famous friend, and feel their chilling bite
And let these humble lyrics be enough to bring to light
The sad and old forgotten tragicomic fairy tale
Once upon a time… about the heart you broke at Yale!
Lacking mostly in renown, New Haven is a craven town
With name unsung, but here you came,
famous young, and blind with fame.
I’d seen your films now and again
And guessed you messed with girls and men
But knew that no one on TV
Would ever take two looks at me,
A pauper in obscurity.
But in a clubhouse out of sight,
We both danced in a tomb that night.
Once I spied you, gone was choice!
My tongue was tied, I lost my voice.
Deaf and dumb, my head was turning
Thoughts all lost to lust and yearning
Mute and dumb, my body burning
Sweat and tears and danger christened
Both my eyes which burned and glistened
While the crowd of gawkers listened
To your laugh, which forced on me,
Do not be dismissory,
Paralysis and misery…
Symptoms, so the lonely tell us,
Of a broken heart that’s jealous.
Then you went to take a smoke
And I dared make a feeble joke
About that hapless Scottish bloke
Who just puked when he took a toke.
Funny, how I first met you
And that you laughed and teased me too
Acting cool and being flirty,
Brushing skin and talking dirty.
At the end of Tupac’s song
You took a last hit from the bong
You said, you weren’t in town for long,
I read your mind and wasn’t wrong.
I guess you saw some charm in me I couldn’t understand.
I’d never been the type before to have a one night stand.
I had no strategy thought out or any subtle plan.
You wondered at the hunger of my kiss.
Then we began.
I had no money, name, physique, or any self assurance.
But, innocence had its mystique upon this first occurrence.