Lyrics
INTRODUCTION:
Yeah, this song's for all of you... you know who you are... if you built me,... whether
you destroyed me
This song's for your,... another page in my diary.
VERSE 1:
Yo, they said I couldn't do it, so I took a chance to prove it,
That my life was given to make music, assuming,
I understood the purpose of my birthright,
So I pray to the Father for a blessing.
To remove the fear, and daunting questions,
That continue to bang, like a Smith & Wesson,
So get me to a studio and a recording booth,
One mic all I need, to spit out this truth.
It's how I handle this pressure, the music can stress ya,
Especially these people here out, to getcha,
Tryna pull me back and hold me down,
And snatch on the crown, before I've even worn it now!
They pointin fingaz, sayin yo, look at his mess,
So I, wrote this song as a way to express,
Cause, I had to get this off of my chest,
So I wrote this song, as a way to express.
CHORUS:
This song's for those who know exactly what I'm sayin,
Thinkin the same words whenever they be prayin,
Sure we all love a little bit of the fame,
But we in this game, for the love of the game,
Cause it's all about, exactly what you say,
The way you send it across, and the way that you spray,
So I gotta thank God for This Gift,
The rhythmic talent, the rhythmic talent.
This song's for those who know exactly what I'm sayin,
Thinkin the same words whenever they be prayin,
Sure we all love a little bit of the fame,
But we in this game, for the love of the game,
Cause it's all about, exactly what you say,
The way you send it across, and the way that you spray,
So I gotta thank God for This Gift,
The rhythmic talent, displayed on this disc.
VERSE TWO:
And for part two, I got to thank God,
For keeping me safe and for being my Lord,
My, mom & dad, for makin me strong,
Always coming across whenever I got lost.
Leading the way whenever I would stray,
For remembering me, whenever they would pray,
And I thank the Lord for giving me a little brother,
Always true, and supporting one another.
And the baby of the fam, my little sister MCJ,
Keeping a watchful eye, always tryna set me straight,
For all my friends, and the one who passed away,
It ain't luck, it's God who made me alive today.
Can't forget Tapuwa, the young apple of my eye,
One person for whom, today I would die,
Always do my best to support my offspring,
Now I'm signing off cause my eyes are moistening.
REPEAT CHORUS
