It came as a gift from up above…The abstract things dreams are made of…Formulating into existence through persistence, overcoming the resistance faced at all angles…Home base, the land of the plastic & menial paper chase…The City of Envious Angels where you can either catch a ball, catch a burn, or catch a case…It seems likes this is long overdue…Something fresh, funky, and brand new…The struggle, you gotta embrace but there comes a point where you must rise…In the dead of night I looked in the mirror and saw the sunrise in my eyes…The load may be heavy, but my shoulders are broad, I’m ready..Looking back pulling up my brother by the hand cuz he ain’t too heavy…Hated by none, respected by all, imitated by a few…Born to ball in all facets, entering new tax brackets, burning the midnight oil…Watch as the native son touches down on foreign soil… Yet the motto will remain the same...Stay loyal to yourself, trust and believe...Get it in, get it out and achieve.