Intro:
Welcome
To my world
Verse 1:
Since day one
I wanted to say I won when my life ends
This is not one of the many things that my mind pretends
No it's not categorized
With the world I theorized
And soon terrorized
This ain't even something that I hypothesized
There was no scientific method involved
There was just a kid with a dream
And an image that the world revolved around this scheme
Listening to Cream
Money became part of the theme
And now everyday I'm living out my dream
And success is the general theme
Ahh
No one ever thought id make it
But that ain't how I shake it
Determination more intense
Than the fire
Of burning tire
Of a man with a wire
Who's secrecy expire
When I retire
And Then am buried in a grave
I'm gon be remembered like a slave
Django got kicked out the school
And at first I thought he's a fool
And then I realized he wasn't a tool
And then his absence
Would be haunting me ever since
But his nonexistence present
Isn't the only thing that haunts me
My own mind contributes to most of what taunts me
Hook:
Let go of yesterday. Let today be a new beginning and be the best that you can, and you'll get to where God wants you to be
Verse 2:
Uh another step on the exodus
My own trail of tears
Haunted by the fears
That I'm gonna spend my life drinking beers
Forgetting about whatever grinds my gears
Self-Doubt
Makes me wanna shout
Is it good
Will it get plays in the hood
Or would I make more money working under a hood (uh)
But money ain't everything
Trust me I've seen just about anything
That money can bring
And I can tell you most of it is sh** that you won't find fit
Although I didn't grow up poverty
I've been through some sh** and that's taken a lot out of me
Hook:
Every day I feel is a blessing from God. And I consider it a new beginning. Yeah, everything is beautiful
Verse 3:
I never thought that after night after night
Of searching for a rhyme that's right
Or something that'll make my audience feel high as a kite
That my career would take flight
And could be downloaded into a zip off of a website
But the stars aligned
And what I've always wanted to find
Would just have to be practiced like riding a bike
After picking up that old mic
I dropped the training wheels
And put the people on their heels
Hook:
The artist is always beginning. Any work of art which is not a beginning, an invention, a discovery is of little worth