used to ride the trains just to pass the time cutting classes when i found my passion- rhymes learned classic lines- had headphones on blast Raps and grass- shit that kept me going like gas getting lifted i was gifted with the path to surpass past my circumstances- feel outside my self went through days in trances with hip hops’ help pushing trees in the streets- while I moved to the beat paranoia would creep- but i turned up the heat on the tracks- i would relax- to each MC’s speech lost in rhythm- staying hidden in verse life hurts- this music helped me to traverse this earth- now always stay progressing rhymes my method for processing my questions when stressing- digesting, expressing- it all happens when i write i get tight but feel nice if i light up and type that’s right- its like emceeings inside me ‘cause i’ve grown up with rap being right beside me to guide me through my best and through my worst head bobbing i’m immersed in a universe birthed on the streets of my city where the grinding be gritty no pity to be found so this the sound of those trodden down- huddled, hustling, struggling all the soldiers who keep new york streets bubbling our lives be troubling- so we never could rest we never sleep cause sleep be the cousin of death if you always look right you not watching your left like while caesar slept all his enemies crept to best connect direct to the heart of our spirit when i hear a beat i spit hot lead in lyrics to shoot down- whatever might be coming right at me i rhyme to tell the world it could never fucking drag me down- to the ground- im always moving to heights you could never stop my soul ‘cause it flies when i write you could never stop my soul ‘cause it flies when i write you could never stop my soul ‘cause it flies when i write you could never stop my soul ‘cause it flies when i write
****edit- this beat is from the remix to nas' new york state of mind pt. II
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