Nick Dino's video: Nick Dino - Paper Cuts Official

STREAM NOW ON APPLE MUSIC AND SPOTIFY! APPLE MUSIC: https://music.apple.com/cy/album/siou... SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/album/3pR9tW... ©Sky High 2018 DIRECTED BY NICK DINO FILMED BY NICK DINO, FRANDE DINO,ALEX GEORGIOU,CHRISTOS MASOURIS CAST: GIANNIS CHARALAMBOUS, LEUTERIS PETROU, FILIOS CHRISTOU,COTSIA STYLIANOU, FRANDE DINO VFX MAKE UP: ELENI MALA EDITED BY NICK DINO BEAT: Hanto Beats POETRY FROM TUPAC SHAKUR'S "THE ROSE THAT GREW FROM CONCRETE" LYRICS:NICK DINO TWITTER: https://twitter.com/ #!/NickDino INSTAGRAM: http://instagram.com/nickdino1 LYRICS: CHORUS: Come along it is the break of day Surely now, you'll have some things to say Come along it is the break of day Surely now, you'll have some things to say Lord, can you hear me when i call can you hear me when im screaming can you see me when i fall you put me in this world for a reason and i don't know why i'm cursed with this gift that got me yearning to write whatever's up in my mind it always makes me survive no matter how much it hurts i always seem to revive this gift my only friend in the darkest of times no matter if it cuts me it always brings me to light it took care of my wounds that will forever carry when i spit on this paper it's top fucking scary it gets bloody and deep up in my flesh and it rips my exterior thats soaking in liquor and it burns even deeper as i write every line as im finding my flow as i structure this rhyme as i put on a show paranoia kicks, as im killing these drinks the walls that were down, is at high as it gets trapped in this box that they put me and i can hear no sound yeah this motherfuckers finally got me down i feel them holding my neck while they're crashing my chest cutting up my vocal chords as im catching my breath feels like the chains are too heavy and my bones are cracking while these old haunting demons my brain they be fucking yeah i'm tired of this talking yeah i'm tired of all the fuss every time i write on this paper i seem to get these paper cuts CHORUS: Come along it is the break of day Surely now, you'll have some things to say Come along it is the break of day Surely now, you'll have some things to say My paper and my pen are the ones who understand me i never would have thought of they will turn around and bite me hip hop is an expression of who we really are i guess my reality is fake to these rappers that they think they spit real hard they think they're from the streets but their fathers are doctors that they pay for their schools chiro-fucking-proctors that they pay for their weed and they pay them to look urban but they'll hate on my pop shit that shit is fucking certain it's my music , my world my pain and my word and thats the shit that u adore you'll never fucking blind me and turn me into someone else i'm tired of all these people that are just empty freaking shells with no soul , no love no feelings, no heart so imma do shit how i want it and i won't give a single fuck whether is boom bap or trap, rock and dance hop or art pop whether is reggae or punk rock i'll stay the freaking realest cause that's my hip hop the things that i love always seem to be turning on me they drag me to the bottom and the curtain's closing on me i can barely feel alive but the thrill is amazing this madness keeps me going and mouth keep on blazing guess i'm a masochist, paranoid i've been turned into beast man these paper cuts are more dangerous than you think so mind your fucking business and get off of my dick cause this paper might cut you up but deeper than me. CHORUS: Come along it is the break of day Surely now, you'll have some things to say Come along it is the break of day Surely now, you'll have some things to say