Imagine you was born with a gift, but you don't know what it is yet
Named after this gift, and you don't know what it is that
You are gonna be, knowin' you'll be
Much more greater than all them people showing you the
Ways of life, at a young age they followin' you
Mimicking your mannerisms, watchin' all that you do
Call it your crew, call a flock of sheep, call it who-
Ever you want to, it's this leadership that's gon' haunt you
Some of them tease and they taunt, but really they want you
Really they need you, really opposition just feed you
Fuel that you need to stand up on your own two
And tell everybody that nobody could ever own you
So what you gon' do? Write a story and sell it
Or live fast, die young, and let history tell it
Maybe both, maybe none, maybe become a relic or ornament
Of the past, all covered in velvet
Not a option for the chosen, those who rose and they spoke
Those who speak not can watch and on they doubts they can choke
True beleivers will go wherever leaders will be
So come follow me now if you believin' in me

All the stress that's in my life
Will I survive through this fight? (will I survive through this fight?)
Can I carry all this burden?
Will I make it through the plight?
If I don't make it, will angels carry
Me up to that place above?
'Cause all the world needs now
Is love, sweet love, hold on

I had the knowledge on my first day
And steady risin' 'cause my brain is still thirsty
For information not average, but anomaly
Signifcant to the point that y'all wanna follow me
But watch your step, my path ain't the straight and narrow
Just cause I'm speakin' don't make me a spoken hero
I'm unsung like lyrics I never wrote yet
I'm just one, the son who became a pro-phet
I'm too young, to early for y'all to quote yet
Just let it write, but I graduated from Pens and
Pencils to type, and a victim is a still a hypocrite
For the fact that I don't even follow half the shit I say in my raps
But got y'all soaking up every syllable
That I spit, you can think I'm jokin', I believe a grip
Of what I put down in rhymes is to open your minds
And offer you a way to find a way y'all can climb
Out of the pits and abyss of life troubles that trouble many
Many look to me for guidance, what happens if I don't have any?
Is it the blind leading the blind?
That's the plight that I find is mine

All the stress that's in my life
Will I survive through this fight?
Can I carry all this burden?
Will I make it through the plight?
If I don't make it, will angels carry
Me up to that place above?
'Cause all the world needs now
Is love, sweet love, hold on
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