As I took my first steps, "Rock with you" played in the background

Michael Jackson hit my soul like a spazzed crowd

All energy, being fresh was a friend to me

80's baby with 2000 tendencies

I used to have two Mike jackets with the zippers

One red, one white I couldn't figure which was sicker

One day I left the red one on a Grey Hound bus

When I realized it, all I felt was disgust

Headed to Cali, the year was 1985

Me & my momma, I was just a little guy

The same year, that they had the Summer Olympics

& since then, my brain has been a gymnast

Jumping hurdles & puffing purple, we live this

I guess that's why my style is so damn exquisite

Cuz whatever my brain visits, it takes pictures

& it stores em in an album sealed with beautiful stitches

Ya'll gotta understand to me this all fitness

To keep the brain in shape & away from ya'll bitches

I've always been about the mind but know I've reached my spirit

& lately I've gotten physical but Naw not for appearance

I'm working my lungs for larger oxygen consumption

& making sure my heart & blood are properly pumping

I'm like Pun, I lost some pounds I'm trying to live

I'm even lifting weights so I can crack ya fuckin ribs

But I ain't violent, ha , that's only if you insist

I move with peace but with problems that peace could switch

& look ya'll need to stop with that "Hip hop is dead" shit

First of all, he's a genius is the reason Nas said it

He knew you'd get excited & go out & buy it

& everytime they spoke against it you would get loud & fight it

& it would bring out all the real cats that love to spit

& all the money chasers would say "Fuck that hip hop shit"

& in the end it would it would prove what hip hop did

& yeah, hip hop changed but kid, hip hop lives

You can stay with the same old mind state & cry

Or you can elevate your mind & move along with the times

Ain't shit changed but the faces & names

& if you stopped the complaints you'd see some legends still play

But I guess ya'll were raised to complain & hate

I was raised to respect my momma & be great

Respect cuz if not she'd smack the shit outta face

& cuz she gave me gems as a kid that I still live by today

& she's the one that introduced me to Marvin & my first MJ

The one that sang, not the greatest in the NBA

Cuz you know he came when I was a little bit older

By then I expiernced that the world was a little bit colder

I had seen Latin Kings bang before I was a teen

& saw my first murder by the time Mike joined the team

I saw him & Scottie fight Pistons like they were in a ring

& those losses hurt deep ... they would sting

But those were the things that made Mike a king

The same things they gave all Chicago 6 rings

Determination, hardwork & a dream

See my parents showed me that before I saw it on screens

See, they fed me books,movies & CD'S

& You know they say that you are what you eat

So of course ... I began to feast

I was a teen when I started to see movies in my sleep

You may call em dreams but to me they were TV

Images you would see on Macs,Tablets & Pc's

So graphic, details were so classic

I felt like I fell & I would wake up frantic

Crazy, it felt like I physically hit the mattress

Looking around like "what the fuck happened?"

I later learned the dream was me fighting anxiety

I guess cuz I always wanted there to be five of me

Crazy kid, always wanted to be everywhere

Shit but even one of me for ya'll ain't fair

Back in Highschool I was down with every single soul

Latin Kings, Vice Lords & Foes [4ch]

Ball players,nerds,good girls & hoes

I never cared about image, I only cared about soul

I wasn't too much of anything back then

Kinda like I am today, I stand out but blend

Never ever been the type to walk around all tough

But always let suckas know that I knew what's up

It always bugged em to see a little dude step up

Not ball'in but steady climbing on my way to the bucks

& I'm never worried about who got next

I ain't trying to be on top, I'm just trying to take my steps