And I'm.. Cool with the cd taking this long

You say I fell off, lets see how many waiting for more

If i can't feel what I'm writing I ain't making the song

I put my life behind bars without breaking the law

At least, nowadays but each and everytime i failed i always...

Found a way, trends fade while the style remains

Arrogant and misguided in my adolescence

Let me question question all these rappers now who lack a message

Be the first one at practice and the last one to leave

Northeast city raised , where the grass wasn't green

But still the...clear skies can reflect in a puddle

Searching for light before the end of the tunnel

I been a threat but I'm subtle, was born to poverty but moms was not accepting the struggle cause you don't get no rebuttals

Word

She clocked sixty hour weeks to remain stable

I still came home, to food on the table, how did basic cable

Have me complaining as a little kid, i am who i am cause i learned from everything she did

I thank god for that, was asking where my pops was at

Now every fathers day i still play that dear mama track

This for the single moms that also gotta father their child

Free yourself of everything that makes it harder to smile

And on the real, i can feel, why you hard on yourself

Nobody helped when you fell, so you got it yourself

Not what u pictured as a kid when you thought of yourself

Too many homies that i lost to a coffin or cell

How much innocent blood is the cops gon' spill

If I'm still, you still pull the steel how I'm gon' chill

Societies....imminent demise, let me stimulate your mind

Everybody kicking rhymes but nothin similar to mines

Its like its from a different time

From the Bronx ball courts to the Boston brownstones and.....

Many places in between where i found home at

Be the reason why my new shit can sound throwback

Its my....time, i figured if I'm, bringing the rhymes, I'm finnin to clime, up in to your mind you feeling the vibe i open...eyes

When I'm gripping the mic , i be rippin it tight

Listen you might have been dissing but still i be spitten to give them the vision of life

I....make what i like, you can hate what i write

Ain't no offense taken this focus ain't breakin

Steady cracking the dutch, extracting the guts

Head boppin in the cypher while passing the blunt, cus....

Packin a punch with the raps is a must

Hit ya soul....harder than an uppercut from riddick bowe

Original, we don't pretend to be that, we twisting hennessy caps, but always ready to rap

Y'all getting good at neglecting what matters most, whether you first class or coach, middle class or below

Remember hope is worth a fortune, coming from a kid that survived a split decision nearly victim to abortion

Forcing any situation isn't in my Repertoire

Im ripping metaphors in a clever form

Forevermore, real life what i spit about

Back again kill the doubt, that was then this is now

Too close to never happenin, i learned the ropes instead and earned a vote of confidence from all my rappin heads waddup