Song of the Week- Otherside

One week ago today I saw Macklemore live at the Manchester O2 Apollo, and to be honest I still haven’t gotten over it. A while ago I did a post about one of his songs- Same Love and since then my love for his music (okay and his face) has blossomed, so the noise coming from my mouth last Thursday night as you can imagine was quite deafening. I’ve been to quite a few concerts this year, but this was the first I’ve ever been standing at, and by far the best. Although the venue was quite small, the atmosphere was amazing, and I loved the fact that he really interacted with the audience. At one point he told us about this battle with drug and alcohol addiction which was the point where I think everyone in the room got goosebumps and he then went on to perform Otherside. The songs about how growing up people never think that they’ll be the person whose life spirals into a drug addiction and how rappers and celebrities don’t realise how much of an influence they have on kids. Here’s the lyrics (without fences) when you read them you really appreciate the humbleness and reality behind this song-enjoy!

[Verse 1]
He rolled up, asked him what he was sipping on
He said lean, you want to hit it, dawg?
That’s the same stuff Weezy’s sipping huh
And tons of other rappers that be spitting hard
Yup, he had five up on
When he passed him that Styrofoam
The Easter pink, heard it in a rhyme before

Finally got to see what all the hype was on
And then he took a sip, sitting in the Lincoln
Thinking he was pimping as he listened to the system

Little did he know that it was just as addictive as base
Not the kind of hit from the kick drum
Hot box, let the bass bump
Take it to the face, gulp
Months later the use went up
Every blunt was accompanied by the pink stuff
But goddam, he loved that feeling
Purple rain coated in the throatjust so healing
Medicine alleviate the sickness
Liquid affix and it comes with a cost
Wake up, cold sweat, scratching, itching
Trying to escape the skin that barely fit him
Gone, get another bottle just to get a couple swallows
Headed towards the bottom couldn’t get off it

Didn’t even think he had a problem
Though he couldn’t sleep without getting nauseous
Room spinning
Thinking he might of sipped just a little bit too much of that cough syrup

His eyelids closed shut
Sat back in the chair clutching that cup
Girlfriend came and a couple hours later
Said his name, shook him but he never got up

He never got up, he never got up
We live on the cusp of death thinking that it won’t be us
It won’t be us, it won’t be us, it won’t be us
Nah, it won’t be us

[Verse 2]
Now he just wanted to act like them
He just wanted to rap like him
Us as rappers underestimate the power and the effects that we have on these kids
Blunt passed, ash in a tin
Pack being pushed, harassed by the Feds
The fact of it is most people that rap like this
Talking about some shit they haven’t lived

Surprise, you know the drill
Trapped in a box, declining record sales
Follow the formula: violence, drugs, and sex sells
So we try to sound like someone else

This is not Californication
There’s no way to glorify this pavement
Syrup, Percocet, and an eighth a day
Will leave you broke, depressed, and emotionally vacant

Despite how Lil Wayne lives
It’s not conducive to being creative
And I know cause he’s my favorite
And I know cause I was off that same mix

Rationalize the shit that I’d try after I listen to Dedication
But he’s an alien
I’d sip that shit
Pass out or play PlayStation

Months later I’m in the same place
No music made, feeling like a failure
And trust me it’s not dope to be twenty-five
And move back to your parent’s basement

I’ve seen my people’s dreams die
I’ve seen what they can be denied
And “Weed’s not a drug,” that’s denial
Groundhog Day, life repeat each time
I’ve seen Oxycontin take three lives
I grew up with them
We used to chief dimes

I’ve seen cocaine bring out the demons inside
Cheating and lying
Friendship cease, no peace in the mind
Stealing and taking anything to fix the pieces inside
Broken, hopeless, headed nowhere
Only motivation for what the dealer’s supplying
That rush, that drug, that dope
Those pills, that crumb, that roach
Thinking I would never do that, not that drug
And growing up nobody ever does
Until you’re stuck
Looking in the mirror like I can’t believe what I’ve become
Swore I was going to be someone
And growing up everyone always does
We sell our dreams and our potential
To escape through that buzz

Just keep me up, keep me up
Hollywood, here we come

About beckystott

I'm a 13 year old, fashion obsessed, half sane,fun loving blogger, with a slight addiction to Topshop * guilty smile* Check out my blog- Candyfloss Curls- the http is beckystott.wordpress.com :)
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