Lyrics
Yo turn the beat up a little
I'ma stand back from the mic a little bit...

Life for me's a flashback when I think back to the past that
enable me to still do what I do at the drop of a hat
Dead or in jail if it wasn't for rap
Over federal cell, growin up a young black male
My decisions were my own, I'm blessed, and I get fed from a silver spoon
It mighta spoiled my goals
My debut it came straight from the soul
To tell it how I see it no blinder over my control
Could have easily adapted to trends, chasin them ends
which is today's cardinal sin, start of the end
Album number two "Jewelz" garnered me praise
It solidified my spot as a force to be reckoned
Now die-hards checkin for me, showin me love
when I'm out and about, cars pass, shoutin me out
Things get to clickin with vinyl and CD
Start movin, change is loomin, time consumin huh??
With a slight edge in [bad word] with a taste of power that can [bad word] up your head
Moved on to my third LP, "Bon Appetit" was a miss
Failure - that was the talk of the streets
I took it as a slap in the face
Overnight love turned to hate, put me in a whole 'nother space
Always been a anti [bad word]  'stead of standin on the sidelines bitter
I made "Starchild" and "Smoke & Mirrors"
Now look at the games, the same bunch of weirdos
Without sayin names, the weak you accept as your hero
Take away the music, listen to my acapellas
My [bad word] is art with TEXTURES DEPTH & COLORS INNIT
Love and [bad word] with real feelings
Highs and lows so vivid it'll touch your spirit
When it's my time from this world to move on
An angellic voice will be heard singin this very song

"Fantastic, piece of architecture"(2x)