Born and raised in California, famous for kush weed and p**y And ma** producing outlaws like my father when he cooks speed But little did I know I'd be worse than in MAW(?) My littlest brother scarred from watching me just hurt from withdrawals Yo- once the world try to crush you, pick yourself up and move Cause whether or not, you know it or not, somebody looks up to you As I was looking up at the sky, and stars, I'm wishing upon And little by little my riddles I lit ‘em like nitroglycerin bombs Delivering riveting rivers of rhythm and given this sh** I be spittin' it bigger and wicked And little by little committed to middles and mental hospitals And livin' it vivid, the visions are vivid, the witches are wicked The rhytmn is sick and I'm spitting it vicious Given the gifted, the givers, I'm giving it, give me a minute I'm in it to win it The reign, rhythm and pain, and living the withering Give me the strength, to get up and gain Give me a sayin' and get up and live it and give it again Minute of pain, of all the insane, and once you change in life it's painful Thank god my guardian angels and my saints, I must say thank you (2x) Thank you, for the fire in my soul And the angels, that you a**igned to my patrol And the saints who, redesigned another road
It was painful, made me a diamond out of coal I know I talk a lot about all that darkness I seen, beauty as well I seen, this rhythm is giving me sh** I be spitting that voodoo type spell I seen, forgive and forget and be living and driven', infuse it so well The center of giving, the middle of living and sticking this true to yourself But I met this Vietnam vet, the dude was battling cancer He took time out of his life, to try and help me find answers He taught me grudges'll k** me, time to right all my wrongs Of all these people, I'm even deceiving the seasoned, the fight in em's gone That's why I had to find change, that's why I walked up those stairs And told my stepfather I'm sorry for that war I declared- for twenty years And I hugged him, swear to god I ain't playing And when I left the house I knew that as a man I was changing I'm sending props to my dad, dog I know that you tried, to be that better man I'm proud of you, keep living in line I'm thanking god for my life, for pa**ing out But if I keep making up with everyone, then I'll have no one else to rap about (3x) Thank you, for the fire in my soul And the angels, that you a**igned to my patrol And the saints who, redesigned another road It was painful, made me a diamond out of coal