From cardle to the Cosmo's

(Verse 1: The Dawn of a Dreamer)

Yo, listen up, gather 'round the firelight glow, I'm 'bout to spill my saga, from the cradle to the throne. Born in the shadows of a concrete jungle maze, Where sirens wail like banshees in the haze. Momma worked three jobs, pops was a ghost in the wind, Left us high and dry, but her love never thinned. Tiny fists clenched, eyes wide with wonder, First breath in '85, thunder cracklin' under. Streets taught me hustle, playgrounds were battlegrounds, Dodgin' stray bullets, chasin' dreams unbound. Pencil in hand, sketchin' futures on cracked sidewalks, While dealers slung poison, I built my own fort blocks. Rhymes started bubblin', like lava from the core, At eight years old, spittin' bars on the kitchen floor. Teachers said, "Boy, you got potential, don't waste it," But the hood's gravity pulled, tried to encase it. Fought through the fog, first kiss under streetlamp flicker, Her name was Maria, heart raced quicker. But life ain't a fairy tale, twists come abrupt, She moved away, left me gut-punched, corrupt.

(Chorus: Echoes of the Past)

From the cradle to the grave, I'm narratin' my path, Ups and downs, the wrath, the aftermath. Beats drop low, then pick up the pace, Cool rhythm chasin', in this life's race. Grammy gold dreams, verses sharp as blades, Creative flows cascade, in the stories I've made.

(Verse 2: Teenage Turbulence)

Hit thirteen, hormones ragin' like a storm at sea, Joined a crew, graffiti tags on every decree. Spray cans clinkin', midnight missions elite, Adrenaline pumpin', heart syncin' with the beat. School was a joke, grades slippin' like soap, But in the cypher, I was king, ropin' hope. First job flippin' burgers, grease on my soul, Saved every penny for a mic, makin' me whole. Then tragedy struck, uncle gunned down cold, Blood on the pavement, story untold. Vowed to rise above, channel pain into prose, Rhymes explosive, exposin' the foes. Met my mentor, old head with wisdom profound, Said, "Kid, your words are weapons, turn 'em around." Late nights scribblin', beats droppin' heavy, Pickin' up speed, flow deadly, ready.

(Chorus: Echoes of the Past)

From the cradle to the grave, I'm narratin' my path, Ups and downs, the wrath, the aftermath. Beats drop low, then pick up the pace, Cool rhythm chasin', in this life's race. Grammy gold dreams, verses sharp as blades, Creative flows cascade, in the stories I've made.

(Verse 3: The Hustle Years)

Eighteen candles blown, world at my feet, But reality bit hard, no retreat. Moved to the city, lights blindin' bright, Auditions daily, fightin' the fight. Rejections piled high, like skyscrapers tall, But I bounced back, refusin' to fall. Signed a shady deal, first track on the air, Crowds cheerin', but the contract unfair. Tour bus grind, sleepin' on floors, Groupies knockin', temptations galore. Fell into the trap, substances cloudin' the mind, Lost my way, blind, left truth behind. Woke up in a ditch, mirror showin' a stranger, Vowed to change, rearrange,

no more danger. Back to the booth, pourin' soul into sound, Beats droppin' seismic, pickin' up ground.

(Verse 4: Love's Labyrinth)

Then she walked in, angel in disguise, Eyes like oceans, wise, no lies. We built a castle, love pure and true, Vows exchanged under skies so blue. Kids came along, two bundles of joy, Changed my world, no more a boy. But fame's a beast, devourin' time, Missed birthdays, crossin' the line. Arguments echoed, walls closin' in, Divorce papers signed, where to begin? Heart shattered, fragments on the floor, But from the ashes, I rose once more. Therapy sessions, unpackin' the baggage, Turned pain to pages, savage advantage.

(Chorus: Echoes of the Past)

From the cradle to the grave, I'm narratin' my path, Ups and downs, the wrath, the aftermath. Beats drop low, then pick up the pace, Cool rhythm chasin', in this life's race. Grammy gold dreams, verses sharp as blades, Creative flows cascade, in the stories I've made.

(Verse 5: The Comeback King)

Thirties hit like a freight train roar, Albums droppin', sellin' out tours. Grammy nods, stage lights blazin', Crowds amazed, phrases phrasin'. Collaborations with legends, flows intertwine, Creative sparks flyin', divine design. Philanthropy callin', givin' back to the roots, Schools built, youths pursuit of truths. But health scare loomin', doctor’s grim face, Heart condition, slowin' the race. Surgery table, lights dim and cold, Woke up renewed, story retold. Beats drop deeper, pick up with fire, Inspirin' masses, takin' 'em higher.

(Verse 6: Reflections in the Mirror)

Forties creepin', wisdom accumulatin', Lookin' back, appreciatin' the navigatin'. Mentored young guns, passin' the torch, Life's a porch swing, no more scorch. Reconciled with pops, forgivin' the past, Bonds reforged, lastin' at last. Travel the globe, cultures absorbin', Rhymes evolvin', absorbin' the orb in. Books published, memoirs in print, Lessons imprint, no hint of stint. Beats syncopated, drop and ascend, Cool rhythms blend, no end.

(Chorus: Echoes of the Past)

From the cradle to the grave, I'm narratin' my path, Ups and downs, the wrath, the aftermath. Beats drop low, then pick up the pace, Cool rhythm chasin', in this life's race. Grammy gold dreams, verses sharp as blades, Creative flows cascade, in the stories I've made.

(Verse 7: The Golden Years)

Fifties golden, legacy cemented firm, Awards shelves saggin', terms confirm. Grandkids laughin', stories retold, Life's tapestry bold, unfold. Retired from the game, but the fire still burns, Occasional features, yearns and turns. Philanthropic empires, changin' the world, Banners unfurled, pearls swirled. Beats reminisce, drop nostalgic low, Pick up triumphant, glow in the flow. Creative zenith, words eternal flame, In the hall of fame, my name.(Verse 8: Twilight Contemplations)

Sixties whisper, time's gentle tide, Reflections wide, no hide. Health ebbs and flows, but spirit soars, Doors explored, more in store. Wrote a symphony, rap fused with strings, Wing

of kings, things it brings. Travels to mountains, oceans deep, Secrets keep, reap what I reap. Family gatherings, love overflow, Beats slow, then grow, know the show.

(Chorus: Echoes of the Past)

From the cradle to the grave, I'm narratin' my path, Ups and downs, the wrath, the aftermath. Beats drop low, then pick up the pace, Cool rhythm chasin', in this life's race. Grammy gold dreams, verses sharp as blades, Creative flows cascade, in the stories I've made.

(Verse 9: The Final Chapters)

Seventies serene, wisdom's pinnacle peak, Speak of weeks, unique critique. Mentors multiply, legacy's seed, Deed by deed, freed indeed. Health battles waged, but grace prevails, Tales in veils, sails on trails. Beats eternal, drop and rise, Eyes on prize, wise surmise. Creative odyssey, verses immortal, Portal to choral, moral floral.

(Verse 10: Eternal Echo)

As the curtain falls, story complete, Beat of my heart, sweet defeat. From dust to dust, but words remain, Pain and gain, chain unbroken. Beats drop final, pick up in heaven's hall, Call to all, enthrall the thrall. Grammy soul, creative core, More in store, forevermore.