What up world It's your man HeadKrack Touching down for a second I don't want no trouble I don't mean no harm I'm just here to inspire Everybody should be inspired by something, right? We all got our own stories We all started from somewhere I come from the same place y'all come from Look at me now! Verse 1 I'm from a lost land with no hope, president was pro-dope Tho he said the opposite he hung us with a slow rope No pope to bless us, caving to the pressures Taught that our Keisha's not good as the Ke$ha's Succumbing to the stresses my people we hustled up Downside cops licking off shots and cuffing us Parents basin chasing a high to get em by Nobody came to find me when I'm outside Watching Michael do the moonwalk Motown 25 Man they love this brother so much, same color as I He my idol now, I needed inspiration I was like 4 or 5 still I seen the greatness Of where a dream can take it if make it sacred And believe in self that no matter what you can make it The lazy afraid to raise the bar You can't change where ya from just where you are Rest in peace the king of pop, Michael Jackson Rest in peace Biggie, 2Pac, Eazy E, Jam Master J, Sean Price, Nelson Mandela, Malcolm X Rest in peace my cousin, smokin Joe Frazier My grandmother Gloria, Rest in peace There's also a lot of people alive still thuggin their way through this business Let me break that down for a second Verse 2 The dark side of success I seen it on the scenic Road to my own goal people dealing with demons Personal and persons with each level it worsens Now I see why my idol always kept up a curtain If you put work in you deserve it We do this for the fans I'm not a star I'm a servant I'm not perfect but my purpose is service those in trouble When I look into my mirror I'm reminded of the struggle Been kicked out, picked on, did wrong, done wrong Been stole on, swung on, traveled with the gun on Things that refined me but dont define me So when a shorty need a word I offer it kindly I may be the only pseudo celeb you'll ever meet Born out of love but cradled by the streets Instead of raising guns rather raise daughters sons and bars Cause the youth dem just wanna be where you are There it is my people There is no box Get outside of yours, alright? It's ya man HeadKrack on the check in Bodega Brovas LGA out soon My solo album, The Rainmaker, coming sooner than you think Believe in self, believe in God Believe in Bodega Shoutout to my man OA on the beat Yeah