[Verse]

Ayo -
The microphone stood on the stage, I looked in amazement
I would say that I fell in love with the bass
The combination of the beats, and streets, and drug message
Put an influence on my style and my image, so I -
Grasp the mic, ask to write divine poetry and
Transform the mothafucka into somethin' holdin' me
Closely together, and embedded with the effort
Set in steps in the letter, severin' the margin
To the right corner, typed foreign words seem different
The flow seemed coated on the notebook paper
But then again I ask myself if I'm capable and
Able to, go far in this dream that I have
Not just in rap, but to laugh and live life
But how the fuck can I do that? The world's on my back
It's a testament I have to endlessly encounter
No doubt the gun clout, troubled me somethin' awful
Flashbacks to black hats, and black cats staring at me
Aware that I'm the figure with the trigger finger, but
There's an internal battle goin' on, in which the half of me is gone
This actually a tragedy song
Deception seems to be my only enemy, but
The only friends of mine that genuine are melodies
They each contend to be a memory for steady ease
As the best of me caresses energy with tested mentality
The baddest emcee travels through the lone desert
As his mind race through high measures, his life exits
From those that compose stress, bless each his own weakness and
Bring down a strength, he get beat down
Enough of the nonsense, A-F-R-O has a guilty conscience
His life is hardened and darkened
Getting darker by the second, this album a prime example
Imagine me at a way older age