I’m try a do better than what I did beforehand.Fear God and only God and bow down to no man.
Stand on my square and beware of them snakes bro’.
Pedal to the metal, what am I hittin’ the brakes fo’.
All about the fam, circle tighter than skinny jeans.
Food on the table, gotta get it by any means.
Mature mind frame, got rid of them silly genes.
Said I was a King, now I know what that really means.
Truth hurts, you better grab you a band-aid.
Because this spoken word is as sharp as a fan blade.
Handmade homie, yeah I started from scratch.
Try a spread my wings and fly since the day I was hatched.
Got attached to the streets, no super glue or Velcro.
Man I kept it true, so what the hell did you tell fo’?
Climbed to the top, got popped and I fell low.
I would stop fighting but they ain’t rang the bell though…
~ Jah Soul