[Intro] Uhh Yo turn the beat up a little I'mma stand back from the mic a little bit
[Verse 1] Yo.. Life for me's a flashback when I think back to the past that Enable me to still do what I do at the drop of a hat Dead or in jail if it wasn't for rap Over federal cell, growing up a young black male My decisions were my own I'm blessed, ta not get fed from a silver spoon It mighta spoiled my goals My debut it came straight from the soul To tell it how I see it and not blind'em wit mind control Could have easily adapted to trends, chasing them ends Which is today's cardinal sin, start of the end Album number two "Jewelz" garnered me praise It solidified my spot as a force to be reckoned Now die-hards checking for me, showing me love When I'm out and about, cars pass, shouting me out Things get to clicking with vinyl and CD Start moving, change is looming, time consuming huh? With a slight edge in popularity Comes with a taste of power that can fuck up your head Moved on to my third LP, "Bon Appetit" was a miss Failure - that was the talk of the streets I took it as a slap in the face Overnight love turned to hate, put me in a whole 'nother space Always been a anti-nigga, 'stead of standin on the sidelines bitter I made "Starchild" and "Smoke & Mirrors" Now look at the games, the same bunch of weirdos Without sayin names, the weak you accept as your hero Take away the music, listen to my acapellas My shit is art with textures depth and colors in it Love and pain combined with real feelings Highs and lows so vivid it'll touch your spirit When it's my time from this world to move on An angelic voice will be heard singing this very song
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