Here - Pumpkinhead

I’m not goin nowhere man, I’m right here

So keep sendin the hate, that only shows fear

You’ll never relate to my blood, sweat and tears

And guess what man, I’m still here

The fact that I’m still here (uh-huh) puzzles me to this day

I guess God and his apostles wanted it this way

I been here since Dana Dane’s «Nightmares»

Since Craig G battled Supernat', I was right there

I been around the block where the homeless folk drink beer

I been around the world, but I’m still here

The birthplace are worst case scenarios (Brooklyn)

Church faith in stereos I’m here, here, here we go!

From song to video, I’m trapped in a screen

attached to a beam of light, I can capture a scene and write

to my heart’s delight, can you hear what I recite?

The words of an endless fight

Here we are together, one voice, one cause

No flows, oh Lord, applause

My song’s, so real, so raw

And if you, think that I’m too soft

to diss you, dawg then you’re so wrong

Cause I’m here, yes, and I stand strong

I’m here, yes, and I stand strong

I’m here, yes, and I stand strong

I’m not goin nowhere man, I’m right here

So keep sendin the hate, that only shows fear

You’ll never relate to my blood, sweat and tears

And guess what man, I’m still here, yeah

I got a pain in my heart, and it hurts but I’m still (here)

After all these years, through the boos and cheers

Bummy gear and nappy hair, I’m still (here)

So fuck you, and the backpacker you worship

The last supper to turn up in clown make-up at the circus

And that CD you purchased is worthless

Full of mutated hip-hop

This ain’t electronica, stop makin my culture your pitstop

It’s not, that I hate your musical preference

But in essence, it’s not workin

How you gonna tell me I’m not hip-hop, and you don’t know who Kool Herc is?

Am I so beneath the surface I’m unworthy to be on your top ten nerd list?

They say I’m weak and my albums don’t sell

I’m only a battle rapper, please, do tell

Well, get back to me after about a year

When this album’s gone ghetto gold and I’m still here

I been stabbed twice, near death, one breath

But I’m still (here) I’ve been outcasted, betrayed, looked at as less

Nevertheless, God blessed, he showed me the way I’m still (here)

Give me my props, or I take 'em by force

at any cost, I refuse to be ignored

I used to be that kid that got, played for a herb

'Til I gained weight and I made them niggaz kiss the curb

Trials and tribulations, miles of aggravation

All types of elevation, my struggle to bless the nation (uh-huh)

with the greatest form of entertainment, hip-hop

They said it was a fad, it’ll pass, nah man

It’s still (here) ha ha, I guess he was wrong

Now you lovin my song, like a hit from the bong

We still (here) so as we adjourn

My final word is this

Hear me out for what you hear you can’t miss