Oh well…..

Look,

Run on sight,

My pen got a way with words…….

Dynamite,

If you try me,-you might get purged…..

My flow got bite,

My dark got-the light of day,

I balance weight,

I’m early but I debut late,

I take my time,

But I’m-

-So ahead of the game,

I made my name,

Through hottest flames-on stage,

I know-that,

Things won’t ever be the same,

The way that it used to,

I used to pray for changes,

-Didn’t know that I would lose you,

It’s not about the mess that you created,

-it’s about the things you choose to,

Leave it up to others,

That’s the only way you know to live,

Telling me you smothered,

Guess that’s karma for the things you did,

Never like another,

I’m the only one that’s making hits,

Give it to my brother,

He the only one to make it big,

They thought I wasn’t real with it,

Thought I wasn’t built for it,

Thought I was the only one to take a loss,-and heal from it

I’m just being real wit it……

Oh well,

He reached his hand to fire-and got burned for it,

Oh well,

He really shoulda listened, coulda learned from me,

Oh well,

That’s the shit that happens when you know well,

The same way that you get it, is the way you gonna lose it,

The day you gain it all, the same day you gotta prove it……….

They was waiting on my fall, i was focused making music…..

The way that it is……….

(The jazz man’s blues……..)