[Verse 1: CF]

The fans want to know who I am so fam' listen

I'ma stay hungry, I was born on Thanksgiving

Broke the hourglass from that Alcatraz prison

Momma's water burst, I emerged from San Quinton

Nine month bid, the kid already got a P.O

G-O-D peepin' me cause I'm his hijo

Heaven's gate open, here's ya folk hero

Winter season freezing, it was so below zero

God threw me in that cold war, no free throw

Cause I owe him my soul and the church needs dinero

Mom from the BX, Pops from Manhattan

Hoboken is where they met but JC is where it happened

Puerto Rican seed, can you read between the lines?

Look into my eyes and see all of mankind

Three Kings died, their souls now combined

Red, Black and White, I'm baby Jesus of this time

Fast forward now it's cray, I'm Jesus in his prime

Not 33, but 34 was crucified but I survived

My pops dipped quick, guess he couldn't take the pressure

Nigga disappeared, I think he working with ODESSA

Mom moved on and she rocked them college lectures

I dedicate this song to kids who killed their child molesters

If you with me say it with me now yeah yeah

If you against me say it to my semi yeah yeah

A young seed born alone see one parent was transparent 

Virtual adult, raised by my grandparents

Grandfather alcoholic, water was his cognac

Grandmother was two words away from a heart attack

Died of cardiac arrest, Hilda was my teacher

Always kept me on my toes, no ballerina

Said son you got to watch for them rabid beavers

Cause they'll eat your wood and they don't give a damn about a dreamer

She dropped jewels like friends are just dollars in your pocket

And watch for the cops, they're going to kill you you're a prophet

I didn't understand then, no cautionary fables

Realized when I saw her corpse on that mortuary table

My best friend died with that knife in his chest by his wife while he slept

So that knife in his chest is this mic I possess

My cousin died high with that needle in her arm

Now that needle in her arm is this eagle that I palm

Gunning, we in Vietnam thumping

When you seeing me perform, something even FEMA be alarmed - we're coming

My soldiers died, I close my eyes and rest in peace my homie Screw

Shot close range for a gold chain by a no name in open view

So many died close to dude, but my time is over due

Met up with my brother Tech

Lost a brother, found a brother

Showed sun nuff respect, told me it was destined

Ten years later, CF is here — Ascension