I get nervous when I hear this shit..
Cuz it’s like..how you all gon relate to it
If this is everything I wished for
Why didn’t I fall in the hype?
Despite all the things I been through
The first thing I live for is holding a mic
Now, what you think that life is like?
I’m wondering the wasteland
I’m strolling hand in hand with an oversized can of Krylon
Bygones seem to pile on
Friends turn enemies
They drowning in the sea of my memory
I paid toll to the ferryman
Told him..don’t let them cross my path again
Or they’ll be dead men
Lifeless as words ease the breath out they chest
I hope that “S” stays for Super, Clark Kent
These niggas is grindin' for quality time and
Button up that shirt and tie
Get that 9 to 5 then
Punch the clock
But before you say goodbye to the office
Think about your purpose and if you did your portion
They take shit for granted, but not you
We learn the present is the present
Every day’s a gift
Catch my drift like a surfboard
If I can dream I can wish..these waves is nothing
It’s just a set back
2x
Who’s to say you won’t change
When you sacrifice everything for what you want
Seeing how it’s crunchtime
When push comes to shove
My real niggas show me love
And then some/what...
My second verse is worse
My worth, predetermined since birth
Candles lite at birthdays was the worst days
Pretended not to be broke
Exterminate roach before church..
That’s far from a Biggie verse
I fantasized about rhyming with diamonds and folk
They couldn’t see what I was writing
Under my notes. Concealed dreams
When the goal was to raise my self-esteem
Ever since I been focused like laser beams
Help me concentrate..can’t relate
I sat back and watched you base an attack on yourself from the inside-out
Cuz only camels can a drought my nigga
No diggity, no doubt
Black Bach, get your keys
This is symphony of survival
The revival of the true MC
Queens born. Needless to say more
Homage that’s a promise
Imma manage that torch
2x
Who’s to say you won’t change
When you sacrifice everything for what you want
Seeing how it’s crunchtime
When push comes to shove
My real niggas show me love
And then some/what...
You can’t manipulate an aging book
Just cuz the backbone exposed
And the pages look worn
The ink began to fade
The warning says, ‘don’t restore’
But you try anyway
Of course it’s a waste but who’s to blame
On a date with destiny to change my fate
When I retire, I’ll inspire spires to count my prior
Endeavors.. Where’s the Ledger?
Grab me a Heath and Baby Ruth
Take a seat homie
All they feed is dirt on planet earth
These jerks is turf for my cleats
While they watching for the bleachers…
Nosebleeds. Gushing like Euphrates
Phase me? I’ll advance a couple paces baby
Hidden demons..what’s the meaning?
When everything's on the table
Whats the point in keeping secrets?
Or obeying trends look how this begins
I guess where we left off
That’s it The End
2x
Who’s to say you won’t change
When you sacrifice everything for what you want
Seeing how it’s crunchtime
When push comes to shove
My real niggas show me love
And then some/what...