Ever since I was a kid I been tryna do it big
I remember doing shows with my friends at Rich Church
A verse was enough to get ‘em hype
In the night I would think of ways I could rip the mic
In the morning I would write what I dreamt while I slept
How I kept choruses in my sleep, I was blessed
I confess, I was obsessed, couldn’t even rest
Listening to Redman tapes and KRS
Class took the backseat, I was making mad beats
More popular in school than the athletes
Staying up late in the studio
Waking up late, kinda moody though
I’m a drеamer, the pisces insidе me
Take the good, leave the bad, never mind me
I’m an artist, a writer, a poet
Disagree if you want but I wrote it
They quote this in vain when ignoring the stories
Surely someone has heard of allegories
Purely the language that gods would express
Bars in excess, I’ll record ’til my death and I’m gone
Gone, gone
Gone

Gone, gone, gone
Gone