| I guess you was right
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| I said I had something in my eye I noticed look in my rear view
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| I had blind spots my people gave a clear view
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| Through my impurities I seen I need community
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| Ambassador for Christ I get diplomat immunity
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| Some say I’m cool, fresh for a while now
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| Born in '84 a year after Wild Style
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| To be honest I was cool with doin' me
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| But 20 years from '84 I’m through with choosin' me
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| And in the meantime my past gave me goosebumps
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| 'cause my past was full of bags like a school bus
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| I always like the mirror, my reflection gave me chills
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| Strep throat flow couldn’t say I wasn’t ill
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| I always liked me, always chose my prerogative
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| Do what I wanna do, other wise it’s derogative
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| I thought I was royalty you can say elegant
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| Too busy smashin' the ants to ever see the elephants
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| Like the Poconos surrounded by water
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| Drownin' in my sin lead my heart to the slaughter
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| I know I messed up so I stand before mine
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| I’m slowly on this long journey, land before time
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| God you said pride was sin and sin would kill me, I guess you was right
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| God you said you loved me better than I could love myself
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| I wanna act like I’m too hard like I don’t have emotions or admit I’m wrong
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| And if this song is crying then I hope the tears keep flowin'
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| How I feel is wrong
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| I was bound to fall
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| I should have heard you call
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| Now, I’mma lose it all
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| See my pride’ll be the end of me
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| I’m my own worst enemy
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| I ain’t know what I was in for
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| I really should have been gone
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| Dang
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| Selfish thinking that I could do it alone
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| Now I’m alone, you were right, I was wrong
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| It’s hard to admit that I’m filled with pride
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| I’m alive, I guess you were right
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| Now people told me if I wanna get respect
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| Then I better go ahead and turn my swag on now
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| My momma said that my nose so high
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| If the Lord made it rain then I would drown
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| OK, I really hate to admit but she was right
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| Wasn’t nothing you could do or could tell me I wasn’t tight
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| It’s like Joe Jackson, when I write
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| Better yet you can say I whoop mikes
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| Drowning in my Kool-Aid, can’t drink it all
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| Is this the price that you pay to ball
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| I think the devil is clown, try to trick us all
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| 'Cause first pride come, then the fall
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| God you said pride was sin and sin would kill me, I guess you was right
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| God you said you loved me better than I could love myself
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| I wanna act like I’m too hard like I don’t have emotions or admit I’m wrong
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| And if this song is crying then I hope the tears keep flowin'
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| Look in the past, been living to fast
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| Brothas giving me dap while everyone hearing me rap
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| I was rapping imagine a brotha given a chance
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| To give it all up on the stage for the one who was smashed
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| Saw a lady sitting up in the back
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| Give Aaron the little smile from the eye contact
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| There was eye contact
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| Then I got her number then everything fumble so I had to start from scratch
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| But that’s just another story how I grew up
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| Better remember the brotha that everybody would call a screw up
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| I never knew the enemy wanted to make me foolish
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| And doing the dum dum, the stupidest things too much
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| And too much and they would gather around
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| Simmering down, settling down and sitting me down
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| And I’m looking around like «what a brotha do now?»
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| Finna get another rebuke from the brothas around me
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| God you said pride was sin and sin would kill me, I guess you was right
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| God you said you loved me better than I could love myself
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| I wanna act like I’m too hard like I don’t have emotions or admit I’m wrong
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| And if this song is crying then I hope the tears keep flowin'
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| How I feel is wrong
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| I was bound to fall
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| I should have heard you call
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| Now, I’mma lose it all
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| See my pride’ll be the end of me
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| I’m my own worst enemy
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| I ain’t know what I was in for
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| I really should have been gone
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| Dang
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| Selfish thinking that I could do it alone
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| Now I’m alone, you were right, I was wrong |