My Song

I, I got so much to say
Don’t even know how to say it
All this hype, all this noise
I’m ready

First stop high school rookie
Not a single fan writing rhymes playing hookie
Back around the time Fred Durst got nookie
Couple years before my ass had ever seen pussy
Yeah, young Sammy with a fantasy
Found my mind first time I blew a gram of tree
Used to hate on my brotha cause I didn’t see
That good weed made a shackled man feel free 
But they could never see that, nope
And my music seemed weak
Embarrassed to play me tracks embarrassed to be me
Yeah, stepped up with my levels on the beats
Made a damn anthem for my high school team
But no features, packed bleachers
hearing myself blast out of car speakers
And that’s when I started to believe and finally realized 
I should let myself succeed (I should let myself succeed)

And when I leave stage, and the limelight
And the groupie girls, when the times right
And I fly home back to my life
With my fam around me yeah it sounds right
When I leave LA with my mind right
On a couch at home for the whole night
No drugs here, just love here
Just love here

Next stop tears in my eyes
Remembering the person I was so set to disguise
Packing up for college no parents at the time
Starting a new chapter of Sammy Adams life
Write, and my got better
Spittin everyday new vocabs clever
I Hate College allowed me to enter
The realm of popularity I thought I’d reach never
Ever, and loves an endeavor
I want my girl to love me but my music wont let her
Chasing all my dreams while I float like a feather
Yeah, and my grades going south,
But as an intellectual I needed to get out so
I visited to see what it was bout
And being close to Boston it made a better route
These fake ass promoters stay running their mouth
Reacting to what they say with a handful of doubt, ouch


And when I leave stage, and the limelight
And the groupie girls, when the times right
And I fly home back to my life
With my fam around me yeah it sounds right
When I leave LA with my mind right
On a couch at home for the whole night
No drugs here, just love here
Just love here

Third stop, waiting at my gate,
This home sick feeling is something I cant shake
But make no mistake I was born to do this
Born to make music, boy I’m gon’ prove it
I can’t sleep on the flight
Which isn’t helping out cause I can’t sleep at night
And even with some Ambien a half of bar bites(?)
Consumes my damn stomach which continues to be tight
Yeah, and my dreams will ignite
On hooks while we fight
Fan base broad, real click slight
Focused on point I’m tryin to live right
Right and I’m about to graduate
And all these agencies know how to aggravate,
I wish they would just leave me alone
I just wanna go home, I just wanna go home 
(but I also want the throne)

And when I leave stage, and the limelight
And the groupie girls, when the times right
And I fly home back to my life
With my fam around me yeah it sounds right
When I leave LA with my mind right
On a couch at home for the whole night
No drugs here, just love here
Just love here

This song is by Sam Adams and it is called Just Love Here.  This relates to identity because he talks about how he became who he is now.  He talks about how he started his music career back in high school by writing a school anthem and then he heard his sound coming from car speakers and he realized that he could make this a career.  Then he talks about how he got into drugs and that after he got into weed he focused more on his music and kind of left school by the wayside.  The chorus is how he wants to leave his life and go back home and just be a normal kid.  He wants to stop with the drugs and the music for a bit and just go home and relax.  In the next verse he talks about how his rhymes got better and he started failing school.  This song relates to me because it sort of inspires me to not forgot about my dreams because they can come true.