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He Started off with the very best blueprint. Tell 'em all with the honor and truth and Help to solve how the world revolves. Try to make the whole thing move that much Smoother. His heart beat with the pulse of the People. Mind filled with the rhymes of his golden Age heroes. But he was blinded by the lights And the money and the women and the drugs And the drinks and the ego. Trying to make the latest feels, make a hit To make a mil. Sacrifice relationships and burn a Bridge to make a deal. He's on his keyboard talking shit about his mans. His former mentors when he comes around he won't Shake his hand. They shake their head, look at Him askance with a glance that lingers between Disgust and pity asking how could it be possible He grew up here and has a chance but Instead voluntarily chooses to do Sambo's dance. He's still dancing, bamboozled, operating Ass-backwards, confused as to what's winning and What's losing and vice versa. Now he's the worst but I remember the intention In his first step. He started off with the Very best blueprint. Tell 'em all with the honor and truth and Help to solve how the world revolves. Try to make the whole thing move that much Smoother. His heart beat with the pulse of the People. Mind filled with the rhymes of his golden Age heroes. But he was blinded by the lights and the Money and the women and the drugs and the Drinks and the ego. Oh yeah. Hey. Oh my God, my Lord, you a god who Thought that he was the only man that was Alive to rock the mic is what MCs aspire To. A lot them strive others only spit in Fantasies and lies. Talk the talk but never put the work in To succeed but all throughout their life they only Focused on their ego. Not the work to be put in but only On the greed inside their mind they flourished but They never planted seeds and got nothing to show For when it's time for harvest season. But to hear 'em tell it they abolished all MCs and got more knowledge in their head than A college degree and y'all should bow in their Presence like Allah when you see him. Ow. It hurts when you tell 'em the truth Though. They turn away in anger when they see You living fruitful. Even when you try to be Their friend and share the fruit bowl they say You're looking down on them as if you was Manu Bo. But I can only lead the horses Cannot make the troops go. Drink from out the pond and carry on and Let the truth flow. Till the break of dawn I'm writing songs and in the studio. Do not blame me for the choices and directions You so often took. I often look and turn away 'cause I saw The potential and fire in you burn away. But burn again all you do is talk but Have nothing to say. See illusion in your mind Is where you reside at and stay. Oh. He started off with the very best blueprint. Tell 'em all with the honor and truth and Help to solve how the world revolves. Try to make the whole thing move that much Smoother. His heart beat with the pulse of the People. Mind filled with the rhymes of his golden Age heroes. But he was blinded by the lights and the Money and the women and the drugs and the Drinks and the ego. Oh. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.