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#Crucifix #MyNameIs #SaintCruce Website - https://SaintCruce.com Facebook -   / saintcruce   Instagram -   / crucifix   TikTok -   / saintcruce   X - https://X.com/SaintCruce Official Music Video by Crucifix Performing "My Name Is". From the album "Desperado". Get it here : https://on.cmdshft.com/Desperado Directed by Crucifix & Josh Kirk Produced by Wess Nyle © 2017 Cruce Signati. All Rights Reserved. * * * * * * "MY NAME IS" (Lyrics) VERSE 1 It all started back in 1994 bwoi, a young kid growing up in a war bwoi. Staring death in the eye toe to toe bwoi, ducking bullets with my face to the floor bwoi. I done been to the lowest you can go bwoi, I lost everything in life but my soul bwoi. That's why I'll never ever rap like a dope bwoi. Survived killers with AKs and Grenades in a rage at my door bwoi. I started rapping because the pain was deep, and I done seen too much bloodshed to sleep. So I'm geeked to the peak with no words to speak, and all I feel is defeat while I grind my teeth like... "Somebody gotta bleed on somebody's beat Somebody might as well be me." I took a number like I'm meant for the top I'm ready to drop this spot so hot they can't stop me. Inevitable that when you pop you got a world of friends. Never thinking about the time that you be putting in. Now the world and everybody is wondering where you been, but the truth is they just ain't been listening. I'm a little bit of Pac, a little bit of Bone A little bit of David in the Psalms writing songs. A little Outkast, Johnny Cash and some Pastor, call it Vice Versa, reverse the past. My music is therapy to poison the pain and every song like a piece of me, I ain't looking for fame. I ain't never thought about selling my soul for this game But I'm gonna spit so hard that it knows name is... HOOK My name is Crucifix! My name is a daily reminder the pain that's inside of me keeps on dividing me til I nail it to the Crucifix. VERSE 2 I started for the love of the music because it helped me. I was born with struggle in my blood and I know it's out to kill me. Nineteen with a dream ain't gonna back down. Writing raps on the toilet of a crack house. Spitting verses at the cops while they pat down, running by the moment like I'm living in a freestyle. It's I'm shooting every word that's said, It's like I'm aiming at the stars but inside I'm dead. It's like I'm hanging onto nothing but the beats I'm fed. Conversating with the roaches that share my bed. I got nothing in this life but a mountain of people thinking that I'll never make it so they're doubting. I've given so much that I been stopped counting. I sold my only car just to print my first album. Ahhg. Now that's a gamble when no one cares, I put it all out on the table homie I ain't scared. People talkin about, "This dude came from where?" It's been decade since I dropped My Life's Prayer. I'm like a little bit of Biggie, and a little bit of Nas. A little Lyrnard Skynard with a little Goodie Mob. A little Youngbloodz in the mud, smoking bud, "If you don't give a damn, we don't give a fuck!" My music is therapy to poison the pain and every song is like a piece of me, ain't looking for fame. I ain't never thought about selling my soul for this game. But I'm gonna spit so hard that it knows name is... HOOK