BUNKS - Gladiators

Far from the hills of Tennessee and straight into your home,<br />I’m cursed to live my life like I was born in ancient Rome,<br />To poor to be a prince, I got to scrap for what I own,<br />In this dirt, in the heat, on the grind, I make these bones,<br />From Beasties to the Lady and these BUNKS born in the 80s,<br />Destined to be a gladiator since I was a baby,<br />Hard-headed, thick-skinned, and just a little crazy,<br />Got a thousand BUNKS behind me, we’re never going to fade, see?<br />Cause we’re gladiators, send these haters to our coliseum,<br />We’ll feed ‘em to the lions, it’s the last time that you’ll see ‘em,<br /><br />We’re gladiators walking tall, dust covers our feet,<br />Gladiators, face to face you don’t want to meet up with these,<br />Gladiators, cause you know we ain’t never scared,<br />We are what we are cause these BUNKS ain’t never cared.<br /><br />Everday I’m taking shots, directly to my self-esteem,<br />Feel the pressure building slowly killing drive to reach this dream,<br />You need my time? I need that cream. One Mic Studios ain’t free,<br />Pay them bills, pay that rent, buy them diapers, don’t you see?<br />A working man, who works his plan, own the label, run the clan,<br />Call the shots and make the suits, put their money in my hand,<br />Independent, underground, unmatched noise is how we sound,<br />Navigating through your system, feel us rumble then touchdown,<br />Adapt to life, play these games, make these moves without a shame,<br />Expect the worst and when it hits, be the first to turn the page,<br />Be the first to flee the cage, spread your wings and fly away,<br />Leave it all behind for something greater than a pile of change,<br />Increase the pace, change of tastes, flavors fading with some haste,<br />Its time for spices, BUNKS are nice kid…