To tell the truth
Man it’s been a long time
Since I stepped out on a hoe
And drove right into my prime
But the pleasures not mine
Every second of my rhymes
Hear the effort and the grind
The weight and all the crying
Everything it takes to relieve the pressure on my mind
What it is though?
That’s what it is though
Coming off the dome
This a freestyle flow
You can hear but don’t know
See the kids don’t know
Hope your fears don’t show
See the pain?
See the gains?
But you Still don’t grow
Yeah
But you still don’t grow…..
Master of your craft
But you still don’t blow!
I was wishing I was him
This is real don’t pretend
Making martyrs out of monsters
And a bin of broken men
No sense……
Oh shit….
Ain’t been this way since ‘06
The game need change
So they charged it to me
They was paying for they wins
I was solid for free…..
Let’s…..
Go back to the times
When the target wasn’t mines
Back to when life was a bitch
Though when she talks it was fine
Used to think I’d be rich
Now I walk out the lines
(Now I walk out the lines…..)
Born black……
Now I’m blessed and revived.
Blackrevived.