[Intro]
Notice her finer qualities
The magic of her rare personality
Bound to fall in love
Bound, bound

[Verse 1]
Julius Caesar with a Caesar, I accepted the throne
Jesus Christ on the cross, I was pelted with stones
Sell you a poem so intense, it'll melt the uphol'
Been to Hell and back, on the Jack in the cell on the phone
You can tell that I've grown, no more shells in the chrome
Was always a diamond in the rough like Sierra Leone
Wait until a couple years and them felonies gone
Cover stories, John Gotti, celebrity door
These n***as coon, shuck and jive, ain't concerned with the ghetto
Illuminati celebrities who worship the devil
This Pain & Glory, now you witnessed the birth of a rebel
Converse on a level never seen by a person who settles
For the blind truth, I was sellin' smack back in nine-deuce
Before Puff Daddy yellin', "Shyne, shoot!"
J-Lo in the truck, screaming, "Vamoose!"
I ain't tryna let them find proof, that's what crime do
Ten years later, lettin' Shyne loose
Read between the lines, gotta get the fine proof
Fast forward, now these n***as paintin' fingernails
You know them people love to see a n***a frail
I'm tired of chasing all them seven-figure trails
I'm just tryna duck the haters tryna see a n***a fail
Muhammad the Great, formerly known as Kid Cassius
The soul of a dead slave killed in six slashes
[Chorus]
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
I'm food for the deaf and blind
Even the critics and the doubters gotta press rewind
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
These stories you will marvel over
Open my diaries, the visions of a fallen soldier

[Verse 2]
Follow the leader, turn a skeptic into a believer
I am a leader to the desperate and to the beleaguered
I am a leader to the reckless, the death of a preacher
Who's left in the bleachers? Get respect like I stepped in for Jeter
Take a bow, Mr. Nichols, you are legendary
Considerin' that your future is still a cemetery
Sick in the head, my mama say it's hereditary
I'm dead already, don't gotta say what has been said already
Her teacher deep in the Serengeti
Teachin' them kids how to live and avoid the seven deadly
Sins, a disciple in black Timbs
What Michael was back then with rifles and MAC-10s
Who am I kiddin' though? I'm just another n***a, bro
Even been to prison, convicted felon and criminal
You can't doubt the talent, the wisdom, knowledge, or vision though
I'm just tryna balance the little dollars I'm given, bro
Ten years ago, the pain was just a lil' different
Now, my glory seems just a lil' distant
Eliminatin' the enemies what I'm known for
I got friends I don't even pick up the phone for
The love for provin' people wrong is just keepin' me livin'
Tellin' me what I'd never do is just keepin' me driven
What a catastrophe, I'm drastically iller than half of these n***as surpassin' me
Pain & Glory, the masterpiece
[Chorus]
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
I'm food for the deaf and blind
Even the critics and the doubters gotta press rewind
The love, I can't let it go
So now I gotta let 'em know
These stories you will marvel over
Open my diaries, the visions of a fallen soldier

[Outro]
Man, man, I'm telling you, papi
And I wanna get this, uh— this organization started with you
Only we can do it, let me tell you the idea
Alright, it's like, where we start this, like, youth league, right?
Like football league, basketball, football
I mean, basketball, football, softball for girls and boys
I'ma get all the rappers to adopt a team
Each rapper has his own team; Coolio have his team, Trap have his team, I have my team and we play
And the rappers the one that put the money up, we get to see it, we play
We have like, the churches come out and sell food
We have the fathers and the uncles and all the men in the community, they do security
They get they respect back for the kids and everything
Then, we have the FOI come out
We got the deacons from the church, they do security
And we just play football, baseball, you know, get that community spirit going again
Then on the weekends, we have block parties
Every rapper gotta get up, every rapper, n***a
If you got a record out, you gotta get up for us, you gotta come do a free show for the hood
And it's like a lil' tour, so we do that and we get all the communities back together
I'm talking to Al Sharpton about this, some other motherfuckers with some power
And then when we do that, we register the voters
And if we can register 'em for Democrats, Republican, or Independent
Once we register the voters, we have power