(A Capella)

I don't need a beat

Cause till the day I rest in peace

They gone hear every word I speak

And know that talk was NEVER cheap

Ask Malcolm X and Dr. King, ask those whipped in slavery

Pac, and people on the street, who say they never saw a thing

When cops asked them what they see, they say it ain't affecting me

These killers walking round with guns that's taking babies in they sleep

If you ever had a dream, say LEX did this for me

Cause I'm checking these checkered cheaters, till they decline and all decrease

By any means, we’re getting things, they disguise and say are free

You're winning green, and filling jeans, then go buy some jewelry

Nah, I’m here to educate and delegate, but I'm not perfect or over y’all

The world has already proven to me I was born an underdog

(Verse 1)

I'm from Milwaukee, where people are kamikazes

And to take you out the sky, they'll sacrifice their own body

A girl shot the other day during a liquor store robbing

I'm tired of violence, and sirens, faceless convicts, and the crying

I've been, tryin’ to live like, tomorrow isn't promised

Cause tomorrow isn't promised, nothing’s timeless, but my albums

Praying for the day that I can sit beside the brother Malcolm

And ask him after all he's done, is he proud of the outcome

I'm about to do something Hip-Hop never sees

Outside of rapping clean, while doing it naturally

Not because it was asked of me, simply because I'm actually

The person I portray, everyday, and giving facts not fantasies

Your, metaphors are cool, but they're bars with no feeling

And the shots that you're sending, leave marks and scars but won't kill me

You're no Pac and no Biggie, the sky's a limit with no ending

If Hip-Hop will die without me, when I leave it's going with me

(Chorus 2x)

It’s my year (4x)

It’s mine

I can do anything

I can be anything

I can go anywhere

And not stopped by anybody

(Verse 2)

Put me in the conversation of greatness, the radio stations rotation

Make it sound more like Sarah Palin, debatin’, about the nation

Face it, not a diss to republicans, or the government

Just feel our Hip-Hop needs a more colorful person runnin' it

I’m, back to writing about a soulmate that I've never met

Document feelings that I really wish that I'd forget

Mixing tears with my ink, as I'm getting my pages wet

Pouring out all the words that are rambling inside my head

Metaphors and similes make everything sound pretty

So I hide my pain inside my art and hope everyone hear me

Writing shows my reflection when I feel, people don't notice me

If you want to see the real me, look deep inside my poetry

They say they ballin' but not getting Bucks my dear

Last Christmas, I made a wish, I’d stop living my life scared

I'm so gifted, bow and ribbon, grand prize here

No lying to me, or postponing my dreams, if I have to scream, they'll know

(Chorus 2x)

(Ending 2x)

I’mma get it all (7x)

I speak for the underdogs

(Chorus 2x)