[Intro: Kambino's Mother] It's been a long road for you son Beginning from your birth When I gave you back to the Lord, Kunta Kinte style I knew, even then, that you had a special call on your life In the art of the spoken word, manifested in your youth, was God's special gift to you And although you've had more than your share of hardships God helped you make it through life's trials And because you've put your faith in Him he has blessed you And now the struggle is over, it's your time to shine for His Glory And son, I'm so very proud of you [Hook] I've been waiting for a long time, and man it made me wonder How they keep eating off the wrong rhymes when they can't match my hunger I once was thirsty for the limelight but now my heart's pure and my mind's right And I understand exactly why I came The world is in position for a change [Verse 1] I stand as a a relatively simple man, complex mind That used to plan activities plan ... But that man's a memory vanished I'm Being crafted by the Master and Kam's just fine Realized every breathe I had was borrowed So can't mistakes today and say "I'll make it up tomorrow" Man without the Savior's grace I would be "Crazy" like Gnarls Barkley Turn in to the bottle like Charles Hardly worthless I got vision and a purpose Plus a father who forgives and loves me when I don't deserve it Some don't recognize my heart because they're looking at the surface If they saw what lies beneath I swear they all get nervous A revelation is what's about to occur I bar tend the industry, shaken not stirred I'm hawking the enemy, staying in my Word Ear to the Father's heart, I'm just saying what I heard [Hook] [Verse 2] My major motivation is a nation that's lost Homie chasing after dollars not equating a cost Most were raised without their fathers so the hatred that they harbor Ate away at all their faith until it straight got martyred Minds got bartered, lives got slaughtered Girls turned manly, sons got daughter'd Sweet like candy, hurts my heart to see it Cause the enemy been lying What's worse? They all believe it It makes me want to hurl like I'm bulimic Or I'm seasick, I gotta reach them So on tablets I battle with an ink pen Attack the tracks with a swagger to get them thinking Put them on to the only one that can free them Emancipation proclamation, no Lincoln Hope to see them spared