[Verse 1]
I grew up in Springfield Gardens, Queens, New York
These streets is watching fo' sho', 'cause these streets do talk
Ghetto story tales from old g’s and gangstas who clapped
I walk on sidewalks with chalk lines from dudes I gave dap
I guess it's my time to speak my peace I’m taking it back
Tears fell in dark trenches, looking back on my past
Forging my bus pass to cut class, duchess crack on bus stops
Life was a question mark scared of death and what not
Sleepless nights on a bare mattress, placing thoughts I respected
Earth was hell so I made my own heaven
Thought marijuana was nirvana, 'till the day 9/11
Many perished, many grieved, many souls got collected
But from the ashes of gloom and doom a poet ascended
And so the story is told, of a sheep in wolf’s linen
The chosen one to bring this rap game to it's new Armageddon
The prophecy will be fulfilled so my beginning be finished

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This is my story, the Redemption from a world never for me
The triumph of a poet, who was sent from a calling
I was called upon to bare my cross so guide me to glory
We meet again on the crossroads well this is my story

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I check myself to make sure I’m playin' my role
When I was younger momma taught me not to play with the stove
Still I made the block hot, fires I shot with the pros
Taking chicks out with my mom’s loot and my fathers colongne
Crackin' dollar fens with eggs, Halloween in the cold
I reminisce the good times, as my story unfolds
My grandkids will gather round, while my story gets told
When I’m dead read my life, like a dead sea scroll
Enjoy the good times the bad times I turned in my flow
I told lies when my nose bled I was picking my nose
I’m tryna' see my self on chrome rims with money you know
Everyday I rise awake with plans to conquer the globe
But hip hop will be enough to be I’ll let the rest go
Cause when the pens up in my right hand
Hip hop is wet though
But I’ma let my actions prove it yo just wait 'till I blow
And I’ma show the world the poems of the one God chose

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[Verse 3]
I’m instinctive to a lifestyle that was already written
Righteousness is holyness and action so I come swift
Junior high school class clown, grow graver muffin
Now we bump heads on the cross roads now ain’t that somethin'
I’m still the same cat from way back no part of me is frontin'
You might of seen me going hard, I’m tryna' live more abundant
I treat a blunt like my best friend I crip like my cousin
Break bread, even though I don’t agree with their customs
I’m just a servant of the most high, he’s the one that will punish
Cause for the most part my style origin ain’t from the gutter
Much respect due I give props to my pops and my mother
I’m tryna' cop both of 'em brand new whips this summer
Bless my family and well being when God calls my number
I had to drop my album now cause I’m not getting no younger
You felt my pain but now it’s different when you feeling my hunger
This is my story, auto biography of my come up

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