Can somebody tell me
How did I end up here?
Maybe it was something in my past life
That left me scarred like a
hard guy in bar fights
Who's shanked by a sharp knife
Know it sounds harsh like
But fam I can't lie
Cause I remember those days
like it was last night
Quick flashback,
see my uncle on the glass pipe
Dad died,
Marge cried, those were some odd times
So night time I zone out,
and look into the dark sky
And ask why we laugh, cry,
act hard, grasp nines
An d go on like we can't die,
it's so bizarre like
Or we can't allow the
hype and just odd grind
But me I walk the path like
But I predict like star signs,
the future is our time
To produce for the fruits of our labour,
produce our mind
Listen, look, I don't know if I was planned,
I've never questioned my mum about her plans
Or mentioned the stuff around my dad,
what kind of accident?
Them be on purpose, the reason for purpose,
the reason achievements a certain
TC
Me, I was nurtured,
the apple don't fall too far from the tree
See my pops was a
DJ, music's like starch in my seams
It's actually a part of my genes
They say I breathe, I sleep on beat,
I got my heart in my dreams
Somebody tell me
Cause I can't get an answer from
Jesus and it's hard to foresee
Where do I go?
Cause it's easier to make
things harder for me
Cause it's the art and the game,
and my artists I paint
But every picture ain't a part of the scene
But every scripture's got
my heart in between
They say I live through my music,
I can't skip a beat
Sometimes I feel lost, don't know where to go,
I need some navigation
A lot of artists think they're flying,
need some gravitation
I can see these men are hating,
they feel my aspirations
Cause music's in my dreams when
I'm asleep and when I'm waking
I believe imaginations,
reality's against me
Cause every man's an
MC and they're angry with a frenzy
Been blessed with a gift to show
my talent from my entry
Now I'm standing with the
MPK
It's the team an d we be
planning this immensely
So the grands are looking lengthy
But guys ain't trying to notice
so the anger's an offence
But I manage to be friendly
Cause I believe in righteousness
Mummy says she's proud of me
as long as I just try my best
So I spit my life on beats and
every time I rhyme with death
I give them what's inside my head
Rollers, pips and light the head
Smoke a bit,
I can feel my lungs contract inside my chest
I be myself cause no one else can
fit inside my creps
Somebody tell me