What's up good people? I just want you guys to check out this new song. It's called rage of fire. I just get frustrated with people doubting me and doubting people with disabilities. They think we can't do anything and now I'm speaking out for all those with disabilities. Hollah at yo boy, E money in the building.
Rage of fire
As I grew life got better,
And being blind became whatever,
It ain’t a disability, it is what you make it be,
First round eleventh pick
The Johnston select the true player from Ethiopia,
He hop on a plane and came to show ya
What true dedication hard work is about
He fought through all the discrimination and the doubt
To climb to the top, if you think you can stop him, guess what you’re not
A little kid in the streets
Beggin for change
Having nothing to eat, being poor, being beaten,
For no reason,
Now I am in the 303, eating filet mignon, lying in the weeds,
Like a lion waiting to take down a wildabeast,
I feast off your negativity, you tell me I can’t do it, wait you will see,
I thank you to my enemies, if it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be me
Now I’m on the beep ball field getting the MVP trophies,
Or on the basketball court knocking down 3’s,
Ya, go ahead crowd yell my name, they call me E money, aka the king of east gojam,
Hahaha, ya, guess what, that’s where I’m from,
Representing the green, yellow, and red,
To the people that blinded me, while you sittin there trying to earn money,
I’m sittin here eating peanut butter and jelly,
To the haters, let’s go
To the lovers, lets flow
Let’s get together, let’s glow
You know I’ve been doing this for 20 some years
There was times that I wanted to give up and quit,
But the fire and the desire that was built in told me there was no quittin’
So I just busted my ass off, got up to the challenge,
The number one goal was to finish school,
The number two goal was to graduate from college,
And I’m about to accomplish that challenge,
Challenge, challenge, challenge,
As I grew life got better,
And being blind became whatever,
It ain’t a disability, it is what you make it be,
So all you fake ass people, get outta my way, as I leave you in the dust,
There’s a smile a wave, as I fly away,
