[Verse 1]

I grew up in Springfield Gardens, Queens, New York

These streets is watching fo' sho', 'cause these streets do talk

Ghetto story tales from old g’s and gangstas who clapped

I walk on sidewalks with chalk lines from dudes I gave dap

I guess it's my time to speak my peace I’m taking it back

Tears fell in dark trenches, looking back on my past

Forging my bus pass to cut class, duchess crack on bus stops

Life was a question mark scared of death and what not

Sleepless nights on a bare mattress, placing thoughts I respected

Earth was hell so I made my own heaven

Thought marijuana was nirvana, 'till the day 9/11

Many perished, many grieved, many souls got collected

But from the ashes of gloom and doom a poet ascended

And so the story is told, of a sheep in wolf’s linen

The chosen one to bring this rap game to it's new Armageddon

The prophecy will be fulfilled so my beginning be finished

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This is my story, the Redemption from a world never for me

The triumph of a poet, who was sent from a calling

I was called upon to bare my cross so guide me to glory

We meet again on the crossroads well this is my story

[Verse 2]

Sometimes I check myself to make sure I’m playin' my role

When I was younger momma taught me not to play with the stove

Still I made the block hot, fires I shot with the pros

Taking chicks out with my mom’s loot and my fathers colongne

Crackin' dollar fens with eggs, Halloween in the cold

I reminisce the good times, as my story unfolds

My grandkids will gather round, while my story gets told

When I’m dead read my life, like a dead sea scroll

Enjoy the good times the bad times I turned in my flow

I told lies when my nose bled I was picking my nose

I’m tryna' see my self on chrome rims with money you know

Everyday I rise awake with plans to conquer the globe

But hip hop will be enough to be I’ll let the rest go

Cause when the pens up in my right hand

Hip hop is wet though

But I’ma let my actions prove it yo just wait 'till I blow

And I’ma show the world the poems of the one God chose

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[Verse 3]

I’m instinctive to a lifestyle that was already written

Righteousness is holyness and action so I come swift

Junior high school class clown, grow graver muffin

Now we bump heads on the cross roads now ain’t that somethin'

I’m still the same cat from way back no part of me is frontin'

You might of seen me going hard, I’m tryna' live more abundant

I treat a blunt like my best friend I crip like my cousin

Break bread, even though I don’t agree with their customs

I’m just a servant of the most high, he’s the one that will punish

Cause for the most part my style origin ain’t from the gutter

Much respect due I give props to my pops and my mother

I’m tryna' cop both of 'em brand new whips this summer

Bless my family and well being when God calls my number

I had to drop my album now cause I’m not getting no younger

You felt my pain but now it’s different when you feeling my hunger

This is my story, auto biography of my come up

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