[Verse 1: Time]
Adjust your seat cushion let me tell you a story
It goes back to the 90s before Dirty Laboratory
I was in the Northside on 49th and federal
Right by the Hamburger Stand where the junkies stay on schedule
I was 10 plus 3 thirteen to be exact
Lyricist Lounge and Soundbombing had just come out on wax
At the car wash they used to battle and rap
My friends said to hop in I almost had a heart attack
I went numb I freestyled they all started to laugh
It was like the record skipped they said I was wack
I ran home my throat was sore from holding in the tears
My mom was watching golden girls, my neighbor drinking beer
I went to my room and started rapping in my mirror
Then I kicked on some Gangstarr to alleviate my fears
A week later I finally had my moment of truth
At a party in my neighborhood with a squeeze it juice
They all start laughing you can feel it when they doubt you
That's when Chunk told me don’t give a fuck what they think about you
I stepped into the arena, No More Mr. Nice Guy
I spit a Full Clip they said who's this bony white guy?
I’m bout to catch a body but I won’t catch a case
I put my belt around you cause your whole style’s a waste
The sky turned lavender the stars peeked out
Then we got the Blackstar album and just geeked out
My mom was at work my dad took us to Lakeside
Even back then we thought the rides would break and we'd die
I can still smell the funnel cake and cotton candy
Never knew I'd meet Christina, AwareNess, Enola, and Randy
I fail everyday, I'm just trying to fail better
And I know myself that's how I keep it together
Not giving a fuck was the key to my evolution
When I stopped caring about hate I saw through the illusions
As long as I get up when I’m knocked down I’m never losing
Never let someone's opinions dictate your execution