| Put pen to paper the first time when I was barely eight or
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| Maybe nine that was the late eighties, Reagan time
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| Put in the freshest tape rewind, wait, let me take my time
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| The entire landscape of that blank page was mine
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| Created space to climb inside, escape the crazy times
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| Reshape the climate, break it down, that was my frame of mind
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| Thank the divine great designing this as my sacred shrine
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| I made myself a place to shine, wait, let me spray this rhyme
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| When I was thirteen I met KRS, he put me on the stage
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| Suggested I read up on Malcolm X, y’all know the rest
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| So much pushing down on my chest
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| Both my folks got laid to rest
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| Loved ones wishing me all the best
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| I’m a ball of stress, yet I digress
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| I’ve spent my every hopeless dream and my unspoken secret
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| You hear it floating through your speakers in my old releases
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| My fanbase began to grow beneath &crowd around me
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| I never tiptoed 'round here shy I spit it loud and proudly
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| The U.S. government profiled me and the sponsors dropped me
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| Some of my listeners felt away so they no longer got me
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| I knew that telling that truth is costly no one alive can stop me
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| I rolled that flag out on the ground and prostrated my body
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| This is more than music to me, this is ancestors
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| Speaking through me at the tomb of Rumi
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| My mic’s a rifle I’m honor bound to fire my weapon truly
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| Whether they jeer me, cheer me, boo, salute me or just shoot me
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| Let it be known, my whole life I break that cycle set it in stone
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| I’d still rather be known as a man that stand on my own
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| Rather than beg at a throne cold
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| You know I still honor my own code that go down to the bone
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| We just want to get it on shooting at the devil
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| With a megaphone till we dead and gone
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| Boom! |