As if he open his eyes for the first time well a sun rise/
Spread across the sky was the beauty lost in his mind
Brought about by colors so fine they could light the slums of any village/
A sunrise so bright all of Detroit could feel it/
And at that moment, time stopped real quick/
His questions and imaginations then connected/
With answers he previously had held so skeptic/
And when that breath hit, a trinity was formed/
The love that spawned from it was summertime type warm/
And love once tainted from imageless pictures painted/
Had now seen, what before was just a dream/
The story of when an emcee meets the right beat/
Baatin, Elzhi, and T3 know what I mean/
Real love lost inside, but found by surprise/
When that instrumental plays out the story of our lives/
Music to our ears…and then we write