Музыка для Тренировок, МУЗЫКА ДЛЯ СПОРТА, Спорт, Тренировка Уличный Спорт (Старая Школа Рэпа)

I wrote you a letter a couple of months ago
I guess the postal service is incredibly slow
I got my room plastered with your magazine covers
I tell everybody that we're spiritual brothers
I bought the same jacket that you wore in the video
I call up the station, request you on the radio
But you never reply, you never acknowledge
I dropped out of school, I dropped out of college
Just to focus entirely on deciphering your lyrics
I'm performing all kinds of obsessive pyrotechnics
I stand in the rain outside of the venue
I memorized every single item on the menu
That you ate at the diner back in ninety-eight
I'm sitting here patiently, willing to wait

The rain keeps falling on the window pane
I'm driving myself absolutely insane
I'm reaching for a hand that is totally out of reach
A lesson that nobody could ever possibly teach
The silence is deafening, breaking my heart
Tearing my whole entire sanity apart

The obsession is growing, it's turning to rage
I feel like an animal trapped in a cage
I see you on TV smiling with your new friends
I'm wondering exactly where the fantasy ends
I bought a plane ticket, I'm coming to your city
I don't need your autographs, I don't need your pity
I just need a conversation, face to the face
To finally find my appropriate place
The thunder is cracking, the lightning is bright
I'm making my move in the middle of the night
You created a monster, you fueled the fire
Now you gotta deal with this burning desire
I'm knocking on the door, standing in the cold
The darkest story that was never quite told