Act 1 The Beginning E

I can remember riding down the freeway In my beat-up Kia with the cracked windshield, Blowing my horn. "Jay, Jay, Jay, get up, Get up, let's go. We gotta go get it, man. We both got dreams. We got places to go, things to do, people Waiting on us. We got the LA Times today." He and I didn't have five dollars, But we both had dreams, Ambitions. How could he be riding on the 110 freeway? Riding with Freeway. Yeah. As my man Dennis Jordan once said, "The freeway don't come to an end." So often me and Jay had kinda parted ways, But not on bad terms, and we would run Into each other in different cities, and We would embrace each other like lost brothers. Many mornings, I would pick him up at Big Face house, And I would feel sorry for him for the, The conditions that he was living in. But the boy had a dream, Ambition. Yeah, his life is worth studying. Yeah, you can cross lines when you P-worthy the Street legend. My man. My man, a hundred grand, And then some. Oh, you earned your stripes. Yeah, you didn't come over here and... With a silver spoon. No, I saw it with my own eyes, And I'm your witness. I'm your witness, my brother.