[Verse 1: Verb Spielberg]
I was bout to type this verse on the phone, put it down then wrote it in The Scroll
I arose, was chose, then walked the long road till blisters on my toes
Got to the door (knock, knock) they told me it was closed
Left me out in the cold, I could've froze, if it wasn't for the heat in this backpack full of flows
Years go by, times change, but I'm not getting old, some say it's because the music in my soul is
(Now and forever)
My nose can smell the cooking from the stove as I sit outside with crows picking at my clothes
Hands holding up my dome, alone, been should have fold, how I stayed composed only God knows
I start to see smoke, turned around to the door, the knob broke, I tried to push it open (Ts!) it's hot (Whoa!)
I jumped back the whole place went up in flames, I'm like (Oh!) I'm still alive cause I It fit the mold
(Now and forever)
Now I'm bewildered, before I even know what to do, I start building
Brick by brick pillars with 100 ft ceilings, farm for my meals and, a yard for my children
Foundation sturdy put the reinforced steel in, stepped back looked at it, the architecture brilliant
Took me 10 years to finish it then reveal it, to whoever see it first, welcome, one in a million
Walking on the road to get here, careful you could get k**ed its, mad valleys and hills, to make it take resilience
True Hunger Overcomes Rough Obstacles it's a feeling, only universally recognized by the realest
I was done, slaved to barely keep from being homeless, my will to create wouldn't break, I made my own sh**
So now I'm rollin up in the Temple that I'm the owner of, got my first knock on the door, I open up