Chorus:

I remember the past that made me the man i am today...
born into sin , but with god's blessin one day i'll see his paths the way
bury the sorrow cuz my joy conqured the wrath incaged, any burden i plan to slay....
cuz knowledge and wisdom's the math conveyed...







Dimension:

My Whole Life was Cold Strife, beeing raised with Improper Manners...
Gothic Patterns, Orbitted around my World like Stars of Saturn...
Dim was Around Sir, During the Stage of Life when niggas used to Pound Nerds....
I was a Dominate Founder, known to gather up Gangs and Round Herds...
All you hear is Disturbed Sound Words, Steppen on Jaws Obsurd, on Grounded Curbs.....
The reason that Situation Occured, is Because 'Kill Dimension' was his Last Words...
Im on a Map Search, to go some place Exotic and observe some Dancers..
YES! my Sexual Enhancers, to Lift me off my Feet like an InCredible Prancer.....
Visuals of God, help me seek to follow Rituals of Pods....
Individual Jobs, make it Critical not to get Physical and Sob......
Most my Foes were Pitiful and Throbbed, All up in the City!!: Gettin Viciously Robbed....
I never really got turned Down by Hoes, cuz i was Pimpingly Hard....
I was even Distinctive with Charm, but sadly Alarmed to Kill Teachers..
Face It!! they're all Preachers, Reading False information books, thinken they can Teach Ya...
When Most of the time they commit Crimes, when they Verbally Beat Ya..
Sayin your a Failure in Life, not Speaken Right with Bad Guidence...
This World Just accumulates to a Mad Science, Over Money and Respect to Grasp Triumph.......




Chorus:

I remember the past that made me the man i am today...
born into sin , but with god's blessin one day i'll see his paths the way
bury the sorrow cuz my joy conqured the wrath incaged, any burden i plan to slay....
cuz knowledge and wisdom's the math conveyed...






Vise:


i'm tired of goverment hands out, my mom once told me to walk the man's route
til my 9 to 5 became slingin dimes stuffed in my pants pal...
so can now, a young man make out of the slums...
with his brain intact, yea...if his game is fact, he'll rake his hourly crumbs
cause the sum of knowledge holds more weight than triple beams
cause fate tends to triple schemes, in the places where the bassin tends to cripple fiends
my block ain't like movies, i'm sick of aid's infected cuties trickin for luchie
i'm not dissin my hoods ugliness, i'm just scriptin it's beauty
you see the soul a ghetto writer who's words inspire yearn and desire
to see past the cauldron of streets that brim to it's ern from the fire
admire these thoughts that see god's seeds sprout between the dirt and the weeds
and learn to believe that freedom is not a certain belief, only a servant's relief
and i'm servin the beef, not drama i mean food for thought, cause it's our purpose to eat
feed the mind and nourish the soul...cuz weak minds have no purpose to teach
and my worth's in this speech...cuz i've paid the price for vices then
no more spiting life again, since i settled down and saw the righteous enlightenment
i'm done with fighting sins...i finally found tranquillity through peace of mind
seize the moment and speech in time..my writtings are tidings...i've shared a piece of mines