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I used to have conversations with god
At the bottom asking why life gotta be so hard?
How to have a rap career with a full time job?
When nobody around believes in the vision you saw
Would visualize a building, with only 3 bricks in my hand
A dash a ciment devised a blueprint and a plan
Bumping all the classics had to find a voice of my own
During harsh Brooklyn winter felt the cold in my bones
Almost done with my album someone broke in my home
Could it have been an inside job? Nobody knows
Good thing I had my rhymes on paper, re-recorded my songs
Trying to re capture the initial magic it had
My awakening a one track objective in mind was
To build a name one track at a time
No stress when I rap I lose track of time
I found god in the groove that where our path would align
Alot of life to lead
Things to do
Telling me to push on through
Cant stop and wont stop
Till I reach the tip top
About 3 years later said "Peace" to my job
Would bear witness at Po, the legend beating the odds
Don't get twisted it wasn't like it was getting easier
Don't misinterpret the highlights from social media
You don't know what you getting into till you get in the thing
I trained my whole life for this I had to get in the ring
Dropping music every week like it's a regular thing
Few haters and hecklers came with the attention it brings
Radio shows and podcast blogs and all that
Travel not enough time to process all that
Features with artists I grew up listening to
Living in my truth my true colors were shining
Journalists writing articles to cover my refinement
A gem was made coming from the toughest of environments
No bluffing in my rhyming, started in the basement
With a few bricks, built into a skyscraper
Alot of life to lead
Things to do
Telling me to push on through
Cant stop and wont stop
Till we reach the tip top