[Intro]

Notice her finer qualities

The magic of her rare personality

Bound to fall in love

Bound, bound

[Verse 1]

Julius Caesar with a Caesar, I accepted the throne

Jesus Christ on the cross, I was pelted with stones

Sell you a poem so intense, it'll melt the uphol'

Been to Hell and back, on the Jack in the cell on the phone

You can tell that I've grown, no more shells in the chrome

Was always a diamond in the rough like Sierra Leone

Wait until a couple years and them felonies gone

Cover stories, John Gotti, celebrity door

These niggas coon, shuck and jive, ain't concerned with the ghetto

Illuminati celebrities who worship the devil

This Pain & Glory, now you witnessed the birth of a rebel

Converse on a level never seen by a person who settles

For the blind truth, I was sellin' smack back in nine-deuce

Before Puff Daddy yellin', "Shyne, shoot!"

J-Lo in the truck, screaming, "Vamoose!"

I ain't tryna let them find proof, that's what crime do

Ten years later, lettin' Shyne loose

Read between the lines, gotta get the fine proof

Fast forward, now these niggas paintin' fingernails

You know them people love to see a nigga frail

I'm tired of chasing all them seven-figure trails

I'm just tryna duck the haters tryna see a nigga fail

Muhammad the Great, formerly known as Kid Cassius

The soul of a dead slave killed in six slashes

[Chorus]

The love, I can't let it go

So now I gotta let 'em know

I'm food for the deaf and blind

Even the critics and the doubters gotta press rewind

The love, I can't let it go

So now I gotta let 'em know

These stories you will marvel over

Open my diaries, the visions of a fallen soldier

[Verse 2]

Follow the leader, turn a skeptic into a believer

I am a leader to the desperate and to the beleaguered

I am a leader to the reckless, the death of a preacher

Who's left in the bleachers? Get respect like I stepped in for Jeter

Take a bow, Mr. Nichols, you are legendary

Considerin' that your future is still a cemetery

Sick in the head, my mama say it's hereditary

I'm dead already, don't gotta say what has been said already

Her teacher deep in the Serengeti

Teachin' them kids how to live and avoid the seven deadly

Sins, a disciple in black Timbs

What Michael was back then with rifles and MAC-10s

Who am I kiddin' though? I'm just another nigga, bro

Even been to prison, convicted felon and criminal

You can't doubt the talent, the wisdom, knowledge, or vision though

I'm just tryna balance the little dollars I'm given, bro

Ten years ago, the pain was just a lil' different

Now, my glory seems just a lil' distant

Eliminatin' the enemies what I'm known for

I got friends I don't even pick up the phone for

The love for provin' people wrong is just keepin' me livin'

Tellin' me what I'd never do is just keepin' me driven

What a catastrophe, I'm drastically iller than half of these niggas surpassin' me

Pain & Glory, the masterpiece

[Chorus]

The love, I can't let it go

So now I gotta let 'em know

I'm food for the deaf and blind

Even the critics and the doubters gotta press rewind

The love, I can't let it go

So now I gotta let 'em know

These stories you will marvel over

Open my diaries, the visions of a fallen soldier

[Outro]

Man, man, I'm telling you, papi

And I wanna get this, uh— this organization started with you

Only we can do it, let me tell you the idea

Alright, it's like, where we start this, like, youth league, right?

Like football league, basketball, football

I mean, basketball, football, softball for girls and boys

I'ma get all the rappers to adopt a team

Each rapper has his own team; Coolio have his team, Trap have his team, I have my team and we play

And the rappers the one that put the money up, we get to see it, we play

We have like, the churches come out and sell food

We have the fathers and the uncles and all the men in the community, they do security

They get they respect back for the kids and everything

Then, we have the FOI come out

We got the deacons from the church, they do security

And we just play football, baseball, you know, get that community spirit going again

Then on the weekends, we have block parties

Every rapper gotta get up, every rapper, nigga

If you got a record out, you gotta get up for us, you gotta come do a free show for the hood

And it's like a lil' tour, so we do that and we get all the communities back together

I'm talking to Al Sharpton about this, some other motherfuckers with some power

And then when we do that, we register the voters

And if we can register 'em for Democrats, Republican, or Independent

Once we register the voters, we have power