A True Story - Peter James

This is how a true story starts

Back when I was still so young at heart

Didn’t know who I was

Cause life was in the dark

Something clicked, and set the mark

Lightning like inspiration, the room lit up, I saw a spark

Learned how the fast paced life departs

Mind changing, take your time, climb to top of charts

I took the past, reversed time, to change all my directions

Took a weakness, made it better without any questions

This example, blowing off all their current projections

Heading north, unlike the 2020 elections

Made a mistake, filing for corrections

Just because they’re making money, doesn’t mean they came from blessings

Lesson one, the Devil’s work never goes unpaid

He wants more than handshakes, to make you lemon-aid

Well, I guess fame is what they claiming now

Sometimes I feel I like I was nothing but that’s changing now

Silent Riot, intentions are loud

You don’t stand for a solution, please sit the fuck down

Damn, a bunch of people tryna keep secrets

Make up stories, and the crowd will believe it.

See

I listen closely when you put weak artists on the come up

But then I see how they’re a quick one hit wonder

Electrifying, defying odds, now fear the thunder

It’s just a warning, forcing your hand, prepare for cover

Who am I, where do I belong?

When I wonder why I feel like I’m the next to prove em' wrong

I should make it a pun, when they discover that I’m it

But I’m ready for war no more «why can’t we be friends» shit

This is a prophecy, read the brail from the book

It took ya’ll a while, just to see what it took, they shook

And I just took out your queen

Watch the game, this checkmate, the pinnacle of strategy

Let ‘em be mad at me, giving mercy to the weak ones

No-one gave me a display of affection except my week ones

Peak the speaker, the dreamer, the leader’s teacher

Is preaching, reaching new heights, keep an honest demeanor.

Yeah

I never fear ‘em, they can tell by my facial expressions

Money motivated, waiting, I felt the progression

Damn, they keep asking my profession?

Tell ‘em making money simply by stating my perception

Injecting my beliefs, writing stories one verse at a time

Anxious to take back what’s rightfully mine

I’m ready, locked and loaded, pull the trigger, let em' have it

Feeling the rush run down my fingers, no backtrackin', Eric Clapton

Achro clappin' the masses, who laughed at his glasses

Back when his passion, surpassed the whole planet

People say I fell off, for three long years, Bitch

I’ve tripled my proficiency, to triple your fears.

Uh

Cause this is how a true story starts

Cause this is how a new story starts

Cause this is how it all fell apart

Weak and naive, with a dream to fly among the stars

So it starts…