A.R. Stylez – Can I Live (Freestyle) @ARStylez #OnTheSceneNY #OTSNY

Hip-Hop Emcee A.R. Stylez displays his skills as a lyricist over a classic, Jay Z’s “Can I Live” from the album “Reasonable Doubt” Feel free to leave your thoughts, leave comments below, and share amongst friends. Feedback heavily appreciated! #Realism Networking Links: http://www.ThisIsARStylez.com https://www.facebook.com/ARStylezNYC https://twitter.com/ARStylez (@ARStylez) http://arstylez.tumblr.com http://instagram.com/ar_stylez (AR_Stylez) Photography by: Shaquanna Townsend Graphic Design by: Shawn G Originals Engineered/Mixed by: Manny Mizzles Thank You for listening! (Lyrics) Now why I’m watching every nigga watching me closely? Yall remain hating I’m hearing the Reverend preach and teach On route to train stations While niggas on the corner Muscle, hustle maintain patience My brain’s aching I’m searching for the best way to fade Satan Late for work, I remain chasing for that bus Catch it, pull my Metro out and discuss to the driver It ain’t fair to raise the fare, but he don’t care With that MTA money he stay saving, plus he stay slaving. So as I head to the back I see High School kids Early morning breathe yawning They’re tired of being sick and tired of School But education rules to succeed while the rest snoring The best drawings, often lead to a form of art Where the art form undress the stress often You looking at a fresh dolphin in a pool of Emcees Who spit that Death, Coffins Wreck of a stench that put pressure on chest You excessively coughing out the best air And I don’t care if you don’t care That I don’t care, the rest care You fucking with the best here I’m a student to the game with a newer pain If this the underground I’m clearing out the sewage drain Why lie? It’s room for improvement I’m just trying to be the best four-eyed fuck To ever motherfucking do it. If I switch to the contacts the vision still clear Without puffing to catch a contact Girls contact to sign a contract Delivered straight to their heart, I’ll only sign if you remain from the start Now even though that often tampers With my conscious, the feelings getting complex The trust of a good woman often turns into a contest We run straight to the course Hopefully we escape from remorse Sometimes I wake up to God Holding deep discussions Evaluate my life, accepting all the repercussions Conversations with girls, holding deep discussions She struggle to maintain with school, work, keeping a budget We keep it real, feed me lies girl, I’ll feed you nothing Women of that nature often can’t find a decent husband As my features change, I feature functions Function features frequently enough to feed me something My train of thought, lost in my tunnel vision You rebuke, I re-bundle missions She sick of her mother slaving in another kitchen Soaping up another’s dishes Restaurants paying minimum wage She gotta work her ass off, so she can bigger the save Seven pounds for her eyes, peep her vision today Her brother cutting school, ironically no Christian today He lost his faith in God Maybe he’ll reclaim it one day Sister stressed out cut her wrist, Now she bleeding more than one way Plus she got her menstrual The worry on her face, detect that she got an issue Apple don’t fall from the tree she took her momma issue No tears of joy, but can’t avoid all the soggy tissues Letters of hope made the pen stroke, “Dear pops we miss you” It’s kinda hard since you passed They say the good die young, well I guess you free at last Today you would of lived to be 50 years old That’s half a Century, your story remains simply untold Though times get hard I admit I be forgetting The life you consider Hell, one cherish like it’s Heaven The only thing left to do is ask God to forgive But damn…I mean…can my people live?