As i proceed to flip my memory In my lyrics
Some gimmicks that think they sick refuse to hear it
Talented in my own mine know ones know me as i know me
If i spit what i know and feel how can i possibely phony
That when it comes down to question of Who am I
or Who I be, when i take the breath before I die
Dont wanna live a meaningless life,Just wanna be rememembered
Thought of,In coversations My name brought up
And I thank god, that while i was in the streets
That I didnt get cought up