Study this as you study your first born
My first song was pain personified in song
The longest sequence is looped for days long
Where bass kicks are fierce and snares are
Known to drop a lot quicker than a child's tears
And drown out the drama that I didn't want to share
The load I wouldn't wish upon my enemies to bear
The times I used to tell myself you didn't want to hear
Until the reason in my rhyme become clear
Now what I write makes the load a lot lighter
The story of my life epitomizes imperfection
As a musical where every scene seems to lack direction
And I stand center stage stunned by what's happening
Blinded by the lights, cameras, action
Although I never asked for this lead role
It seems that God decided it a long time ago
I was chosen for this
Given the gift to gain and maintain the crowd's cheers
I break bread over beats with like-minded peers
And share the story of my last trip into the atmosphere
On the ninth cloud, I sat Indian style
Arms outstretched and Hell in God's breath
I saw the stairway to heaven
And counted one-hundred and forty-four thousand steps
I wanted to climb but it wasn't my turn yet
So I returned to earth just before the sun set
And I could stare, waiting for this golden opportunity to share